The Pale Verdict
The fog that settled over the city of Oakhaven did not drift in from the sea, as it did in the coastal towns to the south, but rose from the very stones of the streets, thick and grey, tasting of iron and old rain. It was a fog that had weight, a physical presence that pressed against the eyes and the lungs, blurring the sharp lines of the gas lamps until they became halos of trembling, sickly...
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