The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

"Look at it," I said. My voice was small. It felt wrong in the air. The air was thick. It tasted of copper and old dust. I looked at the door. It was oak. It was heavy. It was broken. The hinges had snapped. The wood splintered like dry bone. Behind me, the man waited. He was my student. His name was Arthur. He held a lantern. The light shook. It cast long, trembling shadows on the wall. "Is it...

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