The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wind did not merely blow against the iron bars of the upper gallery; it screamed, a high, thin shriek that vibrated through the stone and into the marrow of your bones, rattling the heavy iron keys hanging by your belt until they clattered against your thigh like the teeth of a dying man. You stood in the center of the warden’s office, a room so small the dampness of the walls seemed to...

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