The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The pager on the counter buzzed, a sharp, mechanical chirp that cut through the low hum of the fluorescent lights. Ji-min Ahn wiped his hands on a rag, the motion automatic, his eyes fixed on the device that held only one number. He was an ER triage clerk, a man who sorted the dying from the merely hurt, and then, he was sorting his own life into a pile of rejected manuscripts. The wind outside...

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