The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces. You counted the coins in your pocket, twelve cents, enough for the bus fare back to the city if the fog lifted by noon. It had not lifted. You had been in Oakhaven for three days, standing in the doorway of the branch library, watching the mist curl around your ankles like damp wool. The air was cold, a damp chill that settled in the joints and...

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