The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was a metallic tang. Sharp. Like biting a coin. I spat it out. The floor was cold. The air was still. I am eleven. I live in the dormitory. The walls are white. They are painted over and over. The smell of the paint never leaves. It sits in the hair. It sits in the clothes. My name is Elias. I am a boy. I am also a tool. Mr. Aldous found me. He does...

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