The Faded Masquerade

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The fog did not roll in. It stood up, a grey wall of wet wool that swallowed the highway whole in the space of a single breath. You were driving the black sedan, your knuckles white against the leather wheel, the engine humming a low, terrified note in the silence. The headlights cut only three feet into the murk before they dissolved. You slowed to a crawl. The speedometer read ten. Then five....

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