The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The tower stands. It does not waver. You check the gauges. Needles steady. Hum low. You are the keeper. Shift two. Clock ticks. One hour. Then two. The air is thick. Sweet. Rotting fruit. You ignore it. Protocol. Protocol is key. You hold the key. Physical. Cold brass. In your pocket. You are not special. Just a clerk. Paperwork. Signatures. Ink stains. Your fingernails. Blue. Always blue. The...

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