The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The glass did not shatter; it simply ceased to exist. One moment, the heavy, crystal decanter sat upon the velvet runner of the dining table, catching the grey afternoon light in a prism of cold, sharp hues. The next, there was only a wet, jagged starburst on the mahogany and a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I did not scream. I did not drop the...

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