The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Chapter One Do you remember the weight of iron when it is no longer there? I woke with the taste of cold metal in my mouth, the pale mist curling around my ankles like the breath of a dying dog. The estate of San Marco stands in the narrow streets of Naples, a place of standing stones and narrow shadows, where the monsoon has turned the cobblestones into rivers that carry away the silt of the...

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