The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell tower in St. Jude’s had not rung in forty years, yet on the morning of the winter solstice, I heard it. It was not a sound that entered the ear so much as it vibrated in the marrow, a low, mournful thrum that seemed to rise from the cobblestones beneath my feet and settle heavily in the chest. I stood before the gate of the manor house, my breath misting in the frigid air, holding the...

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