The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

"Is the mortar holding?" Thomas asked. His voice was flat. He stood in the center of the circular room. The walls were thick stone. The air was cold. It smelled of damp earth. And old iron. Elder Silas looked down. His hands were red. He wiped them on his apron. He did not answer at first. He watched the dust settle. "Always," Silas said. "Stone remembers." "Does it remember us?" Silas smiled....

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