The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist rises. It is thin. It is white. It clings to the pine needles. It clings to your face. You breathe it in. It tastes of iron. It tastes of old paper. It tastes of the room where you left her. You are walking. You are alone. The forest is deep. The path is narrow. The roots grip the earth. They grip your ankles. You step over them. You step carefully. You are a clerk. You are a man of...

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