The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter arrived with the morning shift, the ink still wet and smelling of cheap iron gall, a stark black smear against the cream of the stationery. Arthur Vane held it in his gloved hand, the paper softening as his breath fogged the edges, and read the frantic scrawl of Dr. Halloway. *Come to Boiler Room 4. Now. Do not bring the foreman. The gauges are spinning, Arthur, and the walls are...

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