The Pale Mist

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2026-08-20 15:59:48 -

The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the glass of my workshop and the wet, shivering world beyond, a constant, damp whisper that had become the very rhythm of my heartbeat, the only sound that mattered in the long, quiet hours when the rest of the house slept and I sat alone with the smell of varnish and old wood, watching the...

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