The Pale Mist

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2026-08-19 03:01:41 -

The Pale Mist

The ferns in the courtyard behind the municipal water office were ancient things, their fronds uncurling in a slow, deliberate spiral that seemed to defy the hurried pace of the town. You sat at your desk, the beige laminate cool under your palms, watching them through the window. The air conditioning hummed a low, monotonous note, a drone that had become so familiar it felt less like a sound...

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