The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not arrive so much as it was remembered, a thick, gray curtain that rolled down from the riverbank and swallowed the cobblestones of Ironhaven before the sun had fully cleared the factory chimneys. It sat heavy in the lungs, tasting of sulfur and wet wool, a tangible weight that pressed against the windows of the town hall and seeped into the bones of everyone who dared to walk...

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