The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog rolled in at dawn. It tasted of iron. We stood on the ridge. The valley below was white. No birds. No wind. Just the hum of the grid. I checked my visor. The HUD flickered. Red text. System Integrity: 98%. It was always ninety-eight. That was the lie. That was the anchor. Commander Halloway stood beside me. He did not breathe. His face was a mask of flesh and silicone. He looked at the...

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