The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Act I The road out of town was a ribbon of pale dust cutting through the olive groves, where the carts clattered over cobblestones before the light had fully broken the night. It was a warm spell in November, the air thick and still, smelling of dried leaves and the sharp, metallic tang of the gas lamps flickering on at the edges of the village. I sat in the back of the last cart, my hands...

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