The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell tolls. It does not ring in the air, but in the marrow of your bones, a low, bruised hum that vibrates against the stone floor of the chapel. You are kneeling. Your knees ache, a dull, familiar throb, but the pain is a small thing compared to the weight of the silence that follows the sound. The candles burn with a steady, pale flame. Their light does not reach the corners of the room....

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