The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The porcelain urn sat upon the mantelpiece, a stark white monolith in the shadow of the grandfather clock, and for three years it had been the only thing in the house that did not breathe. I remember the weight of it, not the physical mass of the ceramic, but the gravitational pull of the silence it housed. We did not speak of what was inside, for to name it was to give it power, and we were a...

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