The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain hit the window. It was hard. It was cold. It tapped against the glass. A rhythm. A threat. Elias sat in the chair. He did not move. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. They were pale. They were thin. He looked at the door. The wood was dark. It was heavy. It had a lock. The lock was brass. It was old. The brass was green. He knew he was the monster. He had always known. The...

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