The Pale Mist

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2026-08-17 14:07:32 -

The Pale Mist

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale lavender, a cloying perfume that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy, invisible fog, settling into the creases of my dress and the hollows of my eyes as I stood by the window, watching the rain blur the garden into a wash of gray and green, feeling the years not as a passing of time but as a physical weight, a stone tied to my ankle that...

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