The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The stone cracked. Not all at once. It split. A thin white line ran from the lintel down to the floor. It was quiet. No sound. Just a change in the light. Mara stood in the center of the room. The air was thick. It tasted of dust and old blood. She did not blink. She watched the fracture spread. It looked like a vein. A dry, pale vein. "You see it," said Thomas. He stood by the door. His hands...

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