The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You dream of the ink. It is black. It is thick. It smells of iron and old rain. You wake in the cell. The stone is cold against your cheek. You are Margaret. You are here to serve. Or so you think. The walls breathe. Not metaphorically. They expand and contract. A slow, wet rhythm. Like a lung. Or a throat. You are not the first. You will not be the last. This is the order. This is the law. The...

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