The Pale Mist
The seal broke at 3:14 AM. You remember the exact time because the digital clock on the nightstand, the one with the red LED digits that hummed with a low, electric anxiety, had been the only thing in the house that still functioned when the fog rolled in. It did not smell of rain or salt. It smelled of ozone and old paper, a scent so sharp it made your eyes water and your teeth ache. You were...
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