The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The furnace roared. It was a beast of iron and coal, set deep within the basement of the old textile mill. Steam hissed from the pipes. The air was thick. It smelled of rust. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of fear. Silas Vane stood before the gauge. His hand trembled. The needle jumped. The needle spiked. He tightened the valve. The sound changed. The roar became a scream. He was not afraid of...

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