The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wool is thin. You feel the cold of the room through the thread. It is a gray wool. It was white once. Now it is the color of old ash. You pull it tight around your neck. The collar bites. You are the Captain. You are the guard of the door. The door is heavy. Iron. Cold. "Move," you say. The woman looks at you. Her eyes are wet. She holds a bundle. It is small. It is wrapped in blue cloth....

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