The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world into a blurred, dripping smear, and I stood in the center of the courtyard, my chest heaving, the taste of copper thick and heavy on my tongue, watching the body of the man who had tried to kill me slither across the wet cobblestones, his eyes wide with a terror that mirrored my own, for we were both...

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