The Pale Mist

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2026-08-20 03:52:11 -

The Pale Mist

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the memory of a dream so vivid it felt less like a fleeting phantom and more like a second skin that had finally peeled away to reveal the bruised flesh beneath, for I had been walking again, that endless, fog-choked walk along the edge of the cliff where the sea used to be, before the water receded and left behind a plain of grey,...

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