The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The tin cup in your hand is warm, not from the tea inside, but from the long, bruised hours of your grip, a heat that has seeped into the bone of your palm and is now indistinguishable from the fever rising in your blood. You are standing on the edge of the moor where the fog hangs low and thick as a wool blanket, obscuring the black, jagged teeth of the industrial valley below, and in your...

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