The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The feast was a wound in the night. You sat at the head of the table. The candles burned low. The shadows stretched long. They watched you. You watched them. The air was thick. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. Your father spoke. His voice was stone. He did not look at you. He looked through you. "Eleanor," he said. The name was a key. It turned in the lock. The door opened. Darkness...

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