The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the dream dissolving into the gray hum of the train car that had carried me north for three days. My left knee was throbbing, a dull, rhythmic ache that pulsed in time with the clatter of the wheels, as if the bone itself had a separate, dissenting heartbeat. I looked down at it, wrapped in the same wool bandage I had used since the...

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