The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fire started on a Tuesday. It began in the attic. I smelled the smoke before I saw it. A sharp, acrid bite that hit the back of my throat. My house was old. It was a Victorian relic in a city that had forgotten how to build things to last. The beams groaned under the weight of decades. They had always groaned. I thought I knew the house. I thought I owned it. The flames ate through the...

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