The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was wet. That was the first thing I noticed, not the smell of ozone, nor the way the air tasted of copper and old dust, but the wetness. It beaded on the surface of the parchment, dark and viscous, refusing to dry. I had been tracking the anomaly for three weeks, moving through the layers of the Old World, the strata of history that folded over one another like wet paper. My name was...

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