The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter lay on the table. It was thin. Pale. Like the fog outside the window. You saw it before you saw the door. You always saw the details first. You held your breath. The air in the room was thick. It tasted of dust and old wood. You did not move. You were a statue. You were a stone. Your name was Elara. You lived in the valley. The valley was quiet. The valley was gray. You had been here...

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