The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Chapter One New Orleans ran on the rhythm of the work bell from the rival yard, a clang that hammered the humid air until the streetlights flickered in sympathy. The city was a machine of rust and river water, grinding through the afternoon with the heavy, indifferent labor of a place that refused to dry out. Marie-Therese LaFleur stood in the shadow of the old tower, her hands gripping the...

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