The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The port of Livorno churned under the weight of the autumn trade, a grinding engine of iron and salt where the tide clock on the harbor wall ticked with a dull, indifferent persistence that no one in the city ever thought to reset. Boats scraped against the pilings, their hulls caked in mud and algae, while the air hung heavy with the damp heat of the sea fret that erased the town’s edges in a...

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