The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the outside world into a rumor, a suggestion of shape without substance, and inside the damp, wood-paneled office of the Department of Internal Affairs, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the particular, metallic anxiety of men who had forgotten how to breathe without permission. Elias...

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