The Pale Mist

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2026-08-19 19:27:02 -

The Pale Mist

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and grey as wet wool. It swallowed the dockyards whole. It erased the brick facades of the Merchant’s Guild. It buried the iron rails of the tram line in a shroud of damp silence. Elias stood at the edge of the pier. He was twelve years old. His hands were small and dirty with coal dust. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame inside...

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