The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell rang. It was not a church bell. It was the school bell. It screamed across the asphalt. It cut the air. Marek stood by the wall. He was tall. His shoulders were wide. He wore a gray suit. The fabric was thin. It did not hide his arms. They were like tree trunks. He waited. His wife, Elise, stood across the yard. She held their daughter’s hand. The girl was small. She looked up at...

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