The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall in the old textile mill smelled of roasted pheasant and damp wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of Margot’s throat as she watched the steam rise from the tureen. It was a thick, white vapor, curling in lazy spirals toward the high ceiling where the gaslights flickered with a nervous, industrial hum. Around her, the workers ate with the mechanical efficiency of the...

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