The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not rise; it sat. It was a heavy, pale blanket of condensation that had settled into the hollows of the Blackwood Valley, swallowing the base of the ancient oaks and rendering the world above a silhouette of grey and black. It had been there for three days, unbroken, thick enough to choke a man’s lungs if he held his breath too long. Within this white silence, Elara Vance walked....

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