The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

What do you think a man is worth when the fog takes his name? I was packing my kit at fifty-eight of Corvid Lane, the wool of my tunic damp with the cold that seeps up from the coal-slicked earth, and I knew that if I held this final shift on the highland border, the pension would cover my mother’s debts and I could finally leave the smell of sulfur and rust behind. The mist was not like the...

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