The Pale Mist

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2026-08-19 18:50:06 -

The Pale Mist

The rain does not fall here so much as it condenses, a heavy, silent fog that clings to the wool of your coat and settles in the creases of your eyelids, thick as grief. You are standing on the edge of the precipice, though there is no cliff below you, only an infinite expanse of grey mist that rolls in from the horizon like a living thing, breathing and shifting with a slow, deliberate malice....

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