The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had stopped, but the mist remained. It clung to the stone walls of Ashworth Hall like a shroud, white and silent. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the fog swallow the garden. He felt a coldness in his chest. It was not the weather. It was the memory. "Thomas," said a voice. It was low. It was sharp. He turned. Elias stood in the doorway. Elias was young. His face was pale. His...

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