The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was still wet on the ledger when I noticed the smell. It was not the usual rot of the Blackwood Mill, that thick, sweet decay of wool and mildew that had settled into my clothes over three years of service. This was sharper, colder, a scent like wet chalk and old blood. I wiped my hand on my trousers, the wool heavy and damp against my skin, and looked at the sub-basement door. The...

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