The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog came in on a Tuesday, thick and yellow, smelling of sulfur and wet wool, and it swallowed the city of New Arkham whole. It was not the gentle mist of coastal mornings, but a living, industrial sludge that choked the lungs and blinded the streets. I remember the exact moment the first crack appeared in the glass wall of my laboratory. It sounded like a finger snapping inside a skull, a...

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