The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train cut through the fog like a knife through wet wool, depositing Margaret Holloway onto the gravel platform of St. Jude’s Sanatorium with the smell of salt and decay clinging to her coat. She was thirty-two, her hands already trembling from the cold, and she carried a single leather bag that contained her will and a desperate, irrational hope that she could pull her mother from the...

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