The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The morning light did not so much enter the conservatory as it pooled there, a thick, viscous substance that coated the leaves of the ferns and the spines of the cacti in a layer of gold so heavy it seemed to have weight, a physical burden that pressed against the glass panes with the quiet, relentless insistence of a tide that had forgotten how to recede. Margaret stood at the center of this...

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