The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it erupted, a thick, grey churning mass that swallowed the iron lattice of the suspension bridge whole in the span of a single, ragged breath. You were standing on the central span, the steel grating beneath your boots slick with condensation that smelled of rust and cold river water, and you watched the world disappear, the solid ground of the city dissolving...

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