The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The house breathed. That was the only way Margaret could describe it. In the deepening twilight of October, when the fog rolled in off the moors and swallowed the iron railings of the estate, the walls of Blackwood Manor seemed to expand and contract with a slow, tidal rhythm. It was a sensation that had become as familiar to her as the ache in her own joints, a constant, low-frequency hum that...

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