The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The glass in your right hand shatters before you even think about dropping it. It is a sharp, violent sound in the quiet dining room, a crack that echoes off the high, damp walls of the old manor. The shards scatter across the floorboards, glittering like frozen tears, catching the weak light from the gas lamps. You do not pick them up. You cannot. Your fingers are numb, not from the cold,...

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