The Pale Mist
The kettle sings. It is a thin, high sound. You are tired. Your hands shake. You hold the cup. The tea is hot. It burns. You do not care. The room is small. It is old. The walls are damp. The air smells of rot and lavender. You live here. You have always lived here. Lord Ashworth is coming. He comes at noon. He always comes at noon. He brings the sun with him. It hits the floor. It hits the...
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