The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron bell of the Holloway Foundry rang out, a discordant shriek that split the morning fog and shook the dust from the rafters of the workshop. You stood in the center of the cold floor, your hands stained with the black residue of the charcoal, your fingers trembling not from the chill that seeped through the soles of your boots, but from the sudden, violent acceleration of your own pulse....

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