The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The brass key was cold, heavier than it looked, its teeth worn smooth by decades of hands that had turned it before mine. I held it in my palm, feeling the faint, metallic taste of copper rise on my tongue, a flavor that seemed to precede the sight of the Abbey of St. Jude as the mist swallowed the carriage wheels and the driver’s voice faded into the damp silence of the October afternoon. I am...

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