The Pale Mist
The letter lay on the desk. It was thin. Pale. It waited. You picked it up. Your fingers trembled. The ink was dry. The words were sharp. You had come to this town to hide. The name was Halloway. It was a small place. Stone walls. Old air. You wanted to disappear. You wanted to be no one. You failed. The town knew you. They watched. They whispered. They knew your face. They knew your past. They...
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