The Pale Mist
October 14, 1924 The chandelier in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s University swayed with a sick, rhythmic pendulum, casting long, fractured shadows over the crystal glasses that clinked against the silver service. I stood at the periphery of the banquet, my tie tight enough to choke the breath from my lungs, while Dr. Aris, resplendent in his velvet robes, toasted the department’s fiscal...
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