The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream comes to you not as a vision, but as a weight, a dense and cold pressure behind the sternum that makes it difficult to draw a full breath. In the dream, you are standing in a room where the walls are made of compacted bone, white and smooth and silent, and you are holding a mirror that is cracked down the center, the fracture running like a vein of black ice across your reflection....

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