The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain stops. You stand in the mud. Your boots sink. You are here. You are the man. You look for the boy. The town is gray. The sky is gray. The houses are gray. You walk fast. Your hands shake. You do not look back. There is no road behind you. There is only the path forward. You are a detective. Or so you tell yourself. You wear a coat. It is old. It smells of smoke. You carry a notebook....

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