The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist rolled into the harbor not as a weather phenomenon, but as a living thing, a pale and breathing membrane that swallowed the stone quay and the iron grating of the wharf. You stood at the edge of the world, your boots slick with the brine of the ancient tide, and you felt the cold seep into the marrow of your bones, a familiar and terrible companion. The air tasted of salt and iron, of...

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