The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The watch is broken. It was not always broken. You remember the time it worked. You remember the weight of it in your pocket, a cold stone against your thigh. Now it is a jagged thing of silver and glass, a tooth pulled from a dead mouth. You are holding it in your bare hand. The shards cut you. You do not feel the blood. You only feel the cold. It is raining. The rain in this town does not...

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