The Pale Mist

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2026-08-19 17:17:03 -

The Pale Mist

The mirror cracks before you even touch it. It is a small fracture. A white line, thin as a vein, running from the bottom corner up toward your eye. You are standing in the hallway of the house you bought last spring. The house is quiet. Too quiet. The air smells of pine cleaner and old dust. You hold a glass of water. Your hand is steady. You are not afraid. You are just surprised. You look at...

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