The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train was late, as it always was, a fact that seemed to confirm the lethargy of the entire town of Oakhaven, a place where the air hung thick with the smell of wet wool and impending rain. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my leather satchel clamped between my knees, feeling the vibration of the stalled wheels against my spine. I was not a man accustomed to waiting. I was a man of...

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