The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The boiler coughed. It was a wet, rattling sound, like an old man clearing phlegm in the dark. I sat on the floor. The linoleum was cold. It was 1924, but it felt like forever. My friend, Elias, was dead. Or he was about to be. Or he had always been dead. The timeline was slippery. We were in the boiler room of the Whitmore textile mill. The walls were sweat. The air was thick with the smell of...

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