The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog rolled in from the river. It tasted of salt and old iron. Elias stood on the porch. He held a jar of honey. The glass was thick. It was green. He watched the town of Oakhaven vanish. The streetlamps blinked out. One by one. Like dying stars. "Go back inside, Elias," said Martha. She stood in the doorway. Her face was pale. Her hands shook. She clutched her shawl tight. "The air is...

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