The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wine in my glass was dark, almost black, and it tasted of iron and old wood, a flavor that settled in the back of my throat like a warning I had not yet learned to read. We were seated in the great hall of the estate, the air thick with the scent of beeswax candles and the damp earth of the gardens beyond the glass. My husband, Julian, sat across from me, his hand resting casually on my...

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