The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The water rose over the foundation stones before I finished my breakfast. It did not come with a roar, or a warning siren, or the frantic shouting of neighbors. It simply arrived, a pale, cold finger of the river pressing against the siding of the house, swallowing the porch, then the hallway, then the floorboards where I stood. I was twelve years old, and I held the deed to the house in my...

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