The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog in Glasgow does not roll in; it settles, a heavy, damp blanket that smothers the city in a grey silence until the light itself seems to have forgotten how to penetrate the air. I woke to the smell of burning oatmeal and the rhythmic, wet sound of a spoon scraping against ceramic, a domestic noise so jarring in the hollowed-out apartment that it felt less like a meal being prepared and...

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