The Pale Mist
The fire started in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center on a Tuesday, which was a day that felt ordinary until the smoke turned the sky above the industrial district into a bruised and swollen thing, purple-black and heavy with ash. It began with a short, sharp crack, the sound of a dry branch snapping, followed by the low, guttural groan of timber giving way to heat. Margaret...
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