The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell has not rung in three days. You know the sound. You have heard it since you were old enough to stand. It is a low, bronze groan that shakes the dust from the rafters of the chapel. It tells the town that the fever has taken another. It tells the town that the debt is paid. Or so they say. You stand at the edge of the square. The mist is thick here. It tastes of rot and wet stone. The...

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