The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The house held its breath in the gray October light, a sprawling Victorian manor that seemed less like a dwelling and more like a monument to the slow, inevitable erosion of memory, where the wallpaper peeled in long, dry strips like the skin of a fruit left too long on the counter, and I stood in the center of the foyer, holding the silver mirror that had been my mother’s, feeling its weight...

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