The Pale Mist
The mirror in the hallway had developed a crack that looked suspiciously like a vein, a pale, branching fracture that I had been ignoring for weeks, telling myself it was just the age of the house, the settling of the foundation, the inevitable decay of all things we try to hold together. I am a woman of few ambitions, a clerk in the municipal records office who spends her days organizing the...
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