The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The press will not take it, Mr. Thorne. I sat in the back of Mr. Halloway’s office, the smell of stale pipe tobacco and damp wool clinging to the air, and watched him slide the manuscript across the mahogany desk. It was a thick stack, bound with twine, the pages already curling from the humidity that had settled over the valley for the past three weeks. I tried to speak, to explain that this...

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