The Pale Mist
Chapter One Could a man break a thing that was already broken? Ingeborg Lund asked the question to the empty room, her voice swallowed by the hum of the annealing oven. She packed the last of her tools, the tongs and the jacks, into the leather case that had belonged to her father. The case was heavy, a physical weight that dragged at her shoulders as she moved toward the door. Outside, the...
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