The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

I woke with the taste of rust in my mouth. The dream was gone, but the weight remained. It pressed against my chest, a heavy, cold stone. I lay in the narrow cot in my office. The walls were thin. I could hear the rain against the window. It was a constant, rhythmic tapping. A metronome counting down time I no longer had. I sat up. My back ached. The pain was sharp and familiar. I looked at my...

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