The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, wet breath from the mouth of the valley that swallowed the village of Oakhaven whole. You walked with your head down, the hem of your wool coat dragging through the mud, counting the steps to the Abbey because the counting kept your mind from unraveling. You were a boy of twelve, though you felt the weight of a century in your shoulders, a...

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