The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Act I Teodoro Zamudio wiped the counter with a rag that had turned the color of dried blood, his hands shaking so violently he nearly knocked over the sugar shaker. The juke joint was empty except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant, rhythmic barking of dogs that mapped the neighborhood’s perimeter, their voices carrying over the salt marsh silvered by the dusk wind. He needed the...

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