The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The house is wrong. You know it before you see the cracks. You know it in your teeth. The air tastes of wet ash and old copper. You stand on the porch. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. "Come in," you say. Your voice is a stranger's voice. Thin. Dry. Your wife, Elena, stands behind you. She holds your arm. Her grip is iron. Her eyes are wide. Black. "Inside, David," she says....

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