The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mirror was old. It was a heavy thing, framed in dark wood that had once been polished to a high sheen. Now it was dull. The glass was clouded. It sat in the corner of the room. No one used it. Margaret watched it. She watched it from her chair. The chair was wooden. It creaked when she shifted. She did not shift. She stayed still. The room was quiet. The silence was thick. It pressed...

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