The Pale Mist
The first thing you notice is not the smell of rot, but the silence. It is a heavy, wet silence, pressing against the windows of the farmhouse on the edge of the Appalachian ridge, where the mist rolls in like a living thing, erasing the horizon. You are here because you are a sinner, though you do not use that word. You use the word "wrong." You are wrong because you left. You left the...
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