The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not smell of damp or decay, but of a cold so profound it seemed to have a weight, a physical density that pressed against the brass gears of the Great Station Clock like a living hand. You were Elias Thorne, a clockmaker of forty years, and your hands were trembling not from the chill of the November air in 1893, but from the fear of losing the only thing that still held your life...

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