The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not merely obscure; it swallowed. It rose from the black water of the reservoir in thick, grey columns, erasing the horizon until the world was reduced to a few feet of damp air and the cold stone of the walkway. I sat on the bench, my coat pulled tight against the chill, waiting for the meeting that had been scheduled three hours ago. My hands were steady. They were always steady....

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