The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was still wet on the vellum, a shimmering, black wound in the center of the table, when the fog rolled through the open window, not as a natural phenomenon of the Thames mist but as a physical, breathing entity that pressed against the glass with the cold, damp insistence of a lover denied entry. I sat there, my quill trembling in my hand, my knuckles white, trying to recall the precise...

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