The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The soup was thin. It tasted of salt and old iron. Elias stared at the bowl. The liquid swirled, a pale, muddy vortex. He did not eat. He watched the steam rise and die in the cold air of the kitchen. "You are wasting it," said the voice from the doorway. Elias did not turn. "I am not hungry." "Hunger is a duty. Eating is the act that keeps the body loyal to the state." The man in the doorway...

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