The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hand trembles. It always does. I look at it. It is small. It is thin. The veins map a blue river system across the pale skin. I hold it to my chest. I feel the pulse. It is weak. It is fast. It is mine. "Margaret?" The voice comes from the mist. It is low. It is warm. It is Elias. "I am here," I say. My voice cracks. I swallow. The mist is thick. It is cold. It smells of wet stone. It...

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