The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream began not with a vision, but with a taste, a cloying, metallic sweetness that coated the back of Eleanor Ashworth’s throat like the residue of a broken bottle, a flavor that had no name in the lexicon of the living but sat heavy in the gut of the sleeping mind, and in that suspended, twilight state where the boundary between the self and the air grows thin as gossamer, she stood in...

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