The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The chisel lay in Thomas Hale’s hand, cold and heavy against his palm. He had been holding it for an hour, the edge buried in the limestone block, but the stone had not moved. He stared at the chisel, then at the block, and finally at the weeping stone idol in the corner of the scriptorium. The tears were not water. They were salt. They crystallized on the carved cheeks of the saint, a white...

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