The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You are dying. The water is cold. Not icy. Cold. A specific, technical cold that penetrates the dermis and settles in the marrow. You are a scholar. You know the temperature. You have measured it. You have written papers on it. You know the viscosity of the air here. It is thick. It tastes of ozone and rust. You hold the ledger. It is wet. The ink runs. You are trying to save the data. The data...

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