The Pale Mist
The roof gives way first. Then the floor. You are standing in the center of the room. Dust hangs in the air. It is thick. It is white. It tastes like chalk. You do not run. You cannot run. Your legs are heavy. The house is dying around you. Beams crack. Walls split. You look at the table. There is a plate on it. The plate is white. There is food on the plate. It is cold. It is old. You have not...
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