The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog does not rise here; it descends, a heavy, grey shroud that swallows the bottom of the world. You walk through it with the steady, mechanical precision of a man who has forgotten how to hesitate. Your boots strike the wet cobblestones with a dull, rhythmic thud that seems to be the only honest sound in this place. The air tastes of copper and old rain. You are not in London. You are not...

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