The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You look thin. Margaret looked at him. The wool coat hung loose on her frame. The elbows were bare. The fabric had thinned to a translucent gray. It was a good coat. Once. It had been navy blue. Now it was the color of old ash. It was cold in the hall. The radiator clanked. A low, metallic groan. Steam rose in thin wisps. It curled like a snake. You are late. I am sorry. The supervisor stood by...

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