The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The frost had come down upon the valley of St. Jude’s with a silence that felt heavier than the snow itself, a white erasure that covered the road, the fields, and the old, crooked gate of the mill where I had worked my hands for forty years, and as I stood there in the early grey light, holding the leather satchel that contained the last of my savings and the deed to the property, I felt the...

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