The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The damp in the basement of the Ashworth Textile Mill did not smell of water, but of wet wool and coal dust, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle into the pores of Arthur Penhaligon’s skin as he stared at the small glass vial in his hand. It was a vial of morphine, prescribed by Dr. Halloway for his mother, whose breathing had grown so shallow that it sounded like the wind moving...

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