The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Arthur Vane’s hand shook as he uncorked the bottle of claret, the cork popping with a sharp, dry crack that echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings of the Blackwood Mill ballroom. It was 1912, and the air inside the mill was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, stale cigar smoke, and something else, something metallic and cold that sat on the back of his tongue like a penny. He was thirty...

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