The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream began not with sound but with the tactile sensation of ink bleeding into the grain of a mahogany desk, a slow, dark tide that swallowed the crisp white geometry of the quarterly reports and the gleaming silver of the fountain pen resting beside them. Thomas Bradshaw woke with the smell of wet iron still clinging to the back of his throat, the metallic tang of old blood or perhaps just...

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