The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old varnish, a scent that had seeped into the pores of the university’s east wing over decades. Arthur Penhaligon stood near the back, holding a glass of wine he had not sipped, watching the faculty members laugh in clusters that resembled the geometry of cells under a microscope. He was a man of middle years, with a face that seemed to have been...

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