The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You stand in the kitchen, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and iron, and you watch your own hands trembling as they hold the silver spoon. The spoon is cold, colder than the morning air that seeps through the cracks in the window frame, and it feels less like a utensil and more like a piece of your own severed finger, detached and lying on the table. You are an exile in your own home, a...

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