The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the High Council chamber, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that seemed to count out the seconds of a life already spent. Professor Arthur Pendelton sat in the corner of the room, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was a small man, dressed in a suit that had been fashionable twenty years prior, the fabric thin and...

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