The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron in the water tasted of old blood and rust, a metallic tang that coated the tongue and settled in the throat with the heavy, suffocating weight of a guilt I had carried for seven years, seven years since the day the village of Blackwood Hollow first whispered that the men in blue coats were not saviors but something far more ancient and hungry, something that drank the life from the...

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