The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You stand at the edge of the mist. It is white. It is thick. It swallows the stone. The house waits. It has always waited. You know this. You have felt it in your bones since childhood. The walls are old. They breathe. You place your hand on the door. The wood is cold. It bites. You do not flinch. You are the seeker. You are the detective of the dead. Enter. The air smells of dust. It smells of...

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