The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Act I Yasaman Zare was twelve, though the ache in her knuckles suggested she was forty, and she stood before the copper still with the steady, trembling hands of a woman who had carried too much water for too long. The air in the shop smelled of sulfur and dried rose petals, a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of her throat, while outside, the first frost had already bitten into the...

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