The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The chandelier swayed. It was a heavy thing, wrought iron and glass, hanging from the ceiling of the dining room like a suspended skeleton. I watched it swing. Back and forth. Slow. The dinner party was in full swing. Laughter echoed off the vaulted ceilings. Glasses clinked. The smell of roasted lamb and red wine filled the air. It was a perfect evening. It was a lie. I sat at the head of the...

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