The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron key is cold in your palm, a small, brutal weight that has settled into the crease of your skin so deeply it feels less like an object and more like a bone that has grown there, a calcified extension of your own hand that throbs with a faint, rhythmic pulse in time with the beating of your heart. You stand at the edge of the cliff where the moorland drops away into the grey, churning...

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