The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron lung of the mill groaned against the silence of the house, a rhythmic, metallic respiration that you had long since ceased to hear with your ears but felt in the marrow of your bones. You sat in the parlor, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and the lingering, copper taste of blood, while outside, the fog rolled in from the valley like a living thing, erasing the boundary between...

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