The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The steam in the dormitory of the Ashworth Textile Mill was not merely hot; it was a physical weight, a grey, wet blanket that pressed against Elara Vance’s skin and settled into the pores of her arms, making the air taste of rust and old wool. She stood at her loom, the rhythmic clatter of the shuttle a metronome for her own failing heart, her fingers flying over the threads with a speed that...

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