The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray dust that settled on your shoulders and your rifle barrel, refusing to drip away. You stood at the edge of the property line, the boundary between the cultivated earth of the estate and the wild, rotting thicket beyond. For forty years, you had known this border by the wear of your boots, by the specific angle of the sun at noon, by...

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