The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not rise from the ground so much as it leaked out of the silence between the trees, a pale, viscous substance that swallowed the horizon and turned the ancient oaks into ghostly pillars of rotting wood. Margaret stood at the edge of the clearing, her boots sinking into the moss that felt less like earth and more like the soft, yielding flesh of something that had been sleeping for...

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