The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The house at the end of Sallow Lane was not merely standing; it was enduring, a heavy, skeletal thing that seemed to breathe with the damp air of the valley. You had come to investigate it, or so you told yourself in the beginning, when the morning fog was still a thick, milky shroud that swallowed the world whole. You were a man of questions, a seeker of anomalies in a world that preferred to...

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