The Pale Mist
The rain falls on the glass. It falls hard. You watch it. You are still. The room is cold. The stone is old. You sit in the chair. It is heavy wood. You are a soldier. You are a servant of the law. You are here because you must be. The mist is thick outside. It hides the world. It hides the truth. It eats the light. The door opens. A man enters. He is tall. He wears a gray coat. He does not...
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