The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The house stood at the edge of the moor. It was a large thing. Grey stone. Tall windows. It looked like a skull. Elias walked toward it. His boots were muddy. The mud was black. It clung to the leather. He had not washed it off. He had not washed his face. He did not care. The mist was thick. It was white. It swallowed the horizon. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the world. Elias carried a...

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