The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hiss of the steam was a living thing, a white, sulfurous beast that coiled around my ankles and climbed the legs of my trousers, smelling of burnt coal and ancient, wet earth, as I stood before the great brass regulator in the basement of the Whitmore Textile Mill, my hand shaking so violently that I could barely grip the cold iron wheel. I had been working this floor for forty years, forty...

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