The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Mara woke from a dream where she was made of glass. She sat up in the dark. The room was small. The walls pressed in. Outside, the fog rolled thick and white. It smelled of wet stone and old rain. She had not slept well in weeks. Her sister, Elara, was gone. Or so she thought. Mara knew better. Elara was here. In the walls. In the air. "Are you awake?" Elara asked. Her voice came from the...

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