The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fire started not with a spark, but with a silence that seemed to swallow the air in the drawing room. Margaret Holloway sat by the hearth, her hands folded tightly in her lap, watching the embers pulse with a dull, rhythmic heat that offered no warmth, only the promise of ash. The house, a sprawling Victorian edifice of dark oak and heavy velvet, had been her sanctuary for thirty years, a...

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