The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Hollow into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. You sat in the back room of the tannery, the air thick with the scent of lye and rotting oak, and your hands were stained a permanent, earthy brown. You were an exile here, a man without a past that anyone could verify and a...

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