The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The air in Sector Four tasted of recycled ozone and damp wool, a stale breath hanging over the mill town where the cable cars groaned against the cliff face. Every morning, the shift clock chimed through the ventilation shafts, marking the hours for those who hauled water uphill in the cooling rooms, their boots heavy with the grime of the previous rotation. I was Ji-woo Oh, a third-generation...

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