The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The steam valve groaned, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into my shins as I turned the wheel to the left, fighting the rust that had seized the mechanism during the night shift. My fingers, wrapped in canvas gloves, slipped on the wet iron, and I had to brace my shoulder against the frame to generate enough torque, the effort sucking the breath from my...

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