The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The coffee was cold. It sat in the dented mug, a brown sludge in the center of the table. I stared at it. The steam had long since vanished. The air in the diner was thick. It smelled of grease and stale tobacco. I was fifty-two. My knees ached when I stood up. The pain was a dull, constant hum. It lived in the bone. It never left. I ordered another. The waitress, a girl with eyes like tired...

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