The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The watch lies on the table, its face clouded by a film of grime that no amount of polishing could ever fully erase. It is a heavy thing, a pocket chronometer of brass and steel, its chain tarnished to the color of old blood. You hold it in your hands, feeling the cold weight of the metal against your palms, the way it has always felt when you were working late in the shop, the air thick with...

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