The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The roof gave way at dawn. It did not collapse. It shed. Like a snake molting in the winter cold, the timber and slate peeled back from the eaves. The wind held them. The wood hung in the air. Suspended. You watched from the cellar. The dust settled. A fine gray powder coated your tongue. You tasted the ruin. It tasted of iron and old rain. The house was gone. Not destroyed. Released. You sat...

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