The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The radiator clanked like a dying heart in the corner of the study, a rhythmic, metallic complaint that had become the only clock Elias had left. He sat at the desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and spilled ink, staring at the wall where a single, long crack ran from the ceiling down to the floorboards. It was a fissure that had appeared three winters ago, a thin line of...

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