The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on the slide was still wet when Dr. Elias Thorne wiped the chalk dust from his fingers, a gritty gray residue that seemed to settle into the whorls of his palms. He stood before the staff of St. Jude’s Asylum, the air thick with the scent of boiled turnips and carbolic soap, and watched as Dr. Aris turned the projector away from the whiteboard. The beam of light cut through the dust...

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