The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist clings to your throat like a wet shroud, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed pine needles. You are standing in the clearing, the map useless in your hands, the satellite phone dead for three days. The cold is not merely a temperature; it is an accusation, a physical weight that presses against your sternum, reminding you that you are flesh, fragile and finite, in a wilderness...

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