The Pale Mist

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2026-08-18 13:32:52 -

The Pale Mist

The coat is red. It is a deep, arterial red. You wear it. It is your skin now. You walk. The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. It smells of old paper. And damp earth. You are in the Hall. The Great Hall. It stretches out. Endless. Grey stone. High ceilings. No end. Only more stone. More silence. More fog. You are a clerk. You have always been a clerk. Your name is Thomas. It is on the badge....

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