The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The silver watch sat on the velvet tray in the center of the mahogany desk, its face turned upward like a white, unblinking eye staring out of a skull, and I stood before it with my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the time that had accumulated within its tiny, mechanical heart, a time that had eaten through the years of my marriage, the decades of my...

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