The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The clock in the town square struck noon. You wiped your hands on your apron. The dust settled on the stone floor. It was thick and gray. You looked at the door. It was locked from the outside. You were the only one left inside. "Is anyone there?" you called out. Your voice echoed. It sounded hollow. You waited. No one answered. You looked at the window. The sky was a pale, sickly white. You...

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