The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The stone chapel of St. Jude’s stood at the edge of the moor, a jagged finger of gray limestone pointing accusingly at the bruised sky. I had walked for three days to reach it, my boots worn thin against the mud, my mind worn thinner against the silence. I am not a man accustomed to walking, nor to silence, but the nature of my inquiry demanded a pilgrimage of the body before it could accept...

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