The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Luigi Sabella would later remember the smell of the white powder before he remembered the face of the woman who handed it to him. It smelled of wet chalk and old coins, a dry, mineral scent that clung to the back of the throat long after the taste was gone. He stood in the shadow of the lighthouse, the spring air biting at his exposed skin, and watched the mist roll in from the sea, thick and...

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