The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fluorescent lights of the preservation lab hummed with a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate directly against Mara’s teeth. It was four in the afternoon on a Thursday, and the air in the room was still, thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. She sat before the high-resolution scanner, her fingers hovering over the glass bed where her sister’s handwritten journal lay open. The...

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