The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Odd Forsberg’s hands shook as he uncapped the jar, the glass slick and cold against his palms. The Pale Mist swirled inside, a thick, silver fog that smelled of ozone and old rain. It whispered his name, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. He needed this to work. He needed it to stop the cough that was eating his father alive, a rattle that sounded like a rat in the walls of their...

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