The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog does not roll in here; it stands, thick and grey as wet wool, swallowing the skyline of the city until the world is nothing but a radius of breath and the wet smell of rain on asphalt. You are walking, not because you have a destination, but because stopping feels like dying. Your shoes are thin soles over cardboard, and the cold is a physical weight, pressing against your ribs, a...

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