The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended, gray curtain that erased the horizon line where the fields of Miller’s Hollow met the sky, creating a world that felt less like a place and more like a held breath, a collective exhalation of dampness that settled into the bones of everyone who lived within its invisible, suffocating perimeter. It was on a Tuesday, the kind of...

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