The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain against the glass of the precinct’s holding office was a rhythmic, dull thumping, like a heart beating under thick wool, and I sat in the corner where the light from the streetlamps outside fractured into pale, sickly shards on the wet floor. My left knee, the one I had taken a bullet in during the raid on the textile factory last Tuesday, throbbed in a steady, agonizing pulse that...

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