The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Act I Can a ghost be paid in labor? I asked this when the Mayor’s son, Tomás, lay white-faced in his bed, his cough a dry rattle that shook the plaster from the ceiling. I am Dolores Uribe, thirty-two, and my hands are stained with the tincture, a pale mist that binds to the breath of the dying. The Mayor, a man whose smile never reached his eyes, dismissed me as a charlatan, threatening to...

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