The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The air in the cellar was thick, not with dust, but with a heavy, breathing silence that tasted of wet stone and old iron. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the small, unadorned mirror of polished obsidian. It was cold to the touch, colder than the winter wind that rattled the high, narrow window set deep in the earth. Outside, the village of Harrow’s End was...

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