The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it was already there, a thick, white wall that swallowed the world whole. I stood on the stone bridge, the cold seeping through the soles of my boots, and watched the mist erase the path behind me. There was no turning back. The stone was slick with moisture that felt less like water and more like breath. I gripped the railing, my knuckles white against the grey rock,...

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