The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train from the coast had a smell of wet wool and diesel that clung to the coat of every passenger, a heavy, damp scent that seemed to seep into the bones. I sat by the window, watching the fields of Harrowgate blur past in a smear of grey and brown, my hands resting on the leather satchel across my lap. Inside that satchel was the only thing that mattered anymore: a set of silver tools,...

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