The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not arrive; it erupted. One moment, the valley was clear, the air crisp with the bite of November. The next, a wall of white swallowed the world. It rose from the riverbed like breath, thick and cold, erasing the trees, the stone walls, and the distant church spire. Elara stood on the ridge. Her boots sank into the wet earth. She did not run. She did not scream. She watched the...

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