The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a thick, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a blurred watercolor of slate and moss. In the village of Oakhaven, where the houses leaned into one another like old men sharing a secret, the mist was a living thing. It crept through the keyholes, settled on the shoulders of the dogs, and whispered against the...

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