The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The alarm did not chime. It screamed. A jagged, digital shriek that tore through the pre-dawn silence of the house on Harrow Lane, a sound designed to wake the dead and the living alike. Elias woke with his hand clamped over his mouth, his eyes wide, pupils dilated in the dark. The house was still. Too still. The kind of stillness that follows a bomb going off, where the air has been sucked out...

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