The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist does not arrive; it accumulates, a slow, viscous condensation of the air itself, until the garden walls of Whitmore Hall are erased from the world, leaving only the stone beneath your boots and the silence of a house that has forgotten how to breathe. You stand at the threshold of the great hall, your hands still heavy with the weight of the silver platter you have carried from the...

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