The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog does not smell of rain. It smells of wet iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat before your eyes adjust to the gray. You step off the steamship into Oakhaven, the year 1912, and the air hits you like a physical blow. You are Elias Vane, thirty years old, your reputation in tatters, your pockets light, and your hands itching for the drafting table. You...

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