The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog came in from the river not as a weather event, but as a verdict. It settled over Millhaven with a heavy, wet silence that pressed against the glass of my office window, blurring the streetlights into soft, bleeding halos. I was sitting at my desk, the wood cold under my hands, staring at the object that had ruined my life and, in a strange, twisted way, saved my soul. It was a button....

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