The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The siren schedule on the wall was a dead thing, its red ink faded to the color of old blood, but Refugio Fuentes kept his hand on the lever, the metal cold against his palm, the mechanism jammed in the half-way position that meant nothing had changed. He was thirty-four, an archivist in the basement of the plantation office, and the dust in the air tasted of iron and dry rot, a physical weight...

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