The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

"You are late," said the voice. It did not come from behind her. It came from the fog itself. Elara turned. The mist was thick, a pale, living wall that swallowed the world beyond a few feet. She stood on the precipice of the cliff, the wind tugging at her coat like a jealous lover. "I am not late," she whispered. Her voice sounded thin. Small. "I am exactly on time." "Then why is it here?" the...

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