The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain hits the window with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence. You count the drops. One, two, three. You do not look away. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs the pane. You wipe it away with a sleeve that feels too thin for the season. The room is dark. Only the streetlamp outside cuts a pale wedge through the gloom. It illuminates the dust motes. They dance in the light. They are...

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