The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The soup is cold. You know it is cold. You feel the chill in your teeth before you taste the salt. It sits in a clay bowl, thick and grey. You do not eat. You just look at it. The steam has stopped rising. The mist in the room has not. It is thick here. In the valley, the mist does not leave. It clings to the stones. It gets into the wool of your coat. It gets into the wood of the table. It...

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