The Pale Shadows
The mist did not lift so much as it dissolved, revealing the landscape in stages, like a photograph developing in a tray of chemical darkness. I stood at the edge of the peat bog, my boots sinking into the spongy, black earth that smelled of rot and ancient rain. I was alone, as I had been for the last three days, a solitary figure against the vast, indifferent expanse of the moor. I am not a...
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