The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain came down in sheets, turning the muddy track into a slurry of brown earth and broken twigs, and you felt the weight of the rifle in your hands like a heavy, cold stone that had grown to your very skin. You were walking, or perhaps running, it was hard to tell anymore, because your legs were leaden and the world was a blur of grey mist and the sharp, stinging bite of wet wind. Behind...

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