The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that erased the boundary between the stone of the keep and the wet earth below, a persistent, suffocating dampness that seeped into the marrow of the bones and turned the air into a heavy, breathing thing that made every breath feel like a labor, a punishment for the sin of being alive in a world that had forgotten how to be...

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