The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The pill was white, chalky, and already crumbling in Mara’s palm, dissolving into a fine dust that stained the creases of her fingers like old ash. It was a Valium, or maybe a Xanax, the label on the blister pack had been scratched off so aggressively that only the ridges remained, a texture she knew by heart, a topography of anxiety that she had mapped over the last three years in the sterile,...

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