The Pale Mist
"You are under arrest." The words hang in the air. Heavy. Cold. You do not flinch. You are Dr. Julian Thorne. You know the weight of a sentence before it lands. You have spent a lifetime measuring the pressure of steam, the tension of wire, the invisible forces that hold a structure together. Now you feel the pressure of the room. The man who spoke stands by the door. He is tall. His coat is...
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