The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The sirens did not wail. They screamed. A single, sustained note that tore through the night air of Harrow’s Gap. Elias stood on the porch. He held his coffee cup. The steam curled up and vanished into the cold. He did not move. The light came from the east. It was not red. It was not orange. It was a white so pure it hurt the eyes. It swallowed the street. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed...

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