The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was still wet on the manifest when the fog rolled in, thick and grey as wet wool, pressing against the portholes of the administrative tower until the glass groaned under the weight of it. I was wiping the grease from my hands with a rag that had been black for a decade when the whisper started, a low, sibilant hum that vibrated in the teeth rather than the ears, a sound like a ship’s...

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