The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bone was white. It lay on the slate table like a piece of chalk, stripped of its flesh by the years and the salt air. I picked it up. It was light. Heavier than it looked, perhaps, but not enough to crush a hand. I turned it over in my fingers. The surface was smooth. No jagged edges. No signs of recent breakage. It had been here for a long time. "Who owns this?" I asked. Silence in the...

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