The Pale Mist
The dream did not begin with an image but with the sensation of weight, a heavy, damp cloak draped over shoulders that had forgotten how to carry burdens, and in that first moment of waking, before the eyes adjusted to the grey, pre-dawn light filtering through the shutters of the inn, Margaret Holloway understood that she was no longer merely a clerk in the ledger room of the Department of...
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