The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old city, turning the air into a thick, breathing substance that filled the lungs with the taste of wet stone and forgotten things. Margaret stood at the window of her small, cramped office on the fourth floor of the municipal archive, watching the world dissolve into a blur of indistinct...

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