The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall of the Blackwood Textile Mill was not a place for feasting, but for the ritualized display of power that kept the machinery running. You stood at the periphery, your uniform pressed and starched, holding the heavy iron key to the central gate with a grip that had become part of your anatomy over the last decade. The air smelled of coal dust, stale beer, and the metallic tang of...

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