The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The table groaned under the weight of the feast. Candles flickered. The room smelled of roast pheasant and damp wool. Elara sat at the head. She was not human. Or perhaps she was. It was a question the villagers avoided. They called her the Glass Woman. Her skin was pale. Her eyes were grey. She did not blink often. When she did, it was slow. Like a shutter closing. Her sister, Martha, stood by...

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