The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Margaret Holloway woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. It was not a pleasant flavor. It was the taste of old pennies, of dried blood, of something that had been left too long in a metal pan. She spat it into the sink. The water ran clear. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Her hand was shaking. She stood up. The room was cold. It was always cold in the house now. The heating had...

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