The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had stopped, but the silence remained. It hung in the air of the old house, thick and heavy, like wet wool. Elara stood by the window. The glass was cold against her forehead. She watched the mist roll off the moor. It was a pale, ghostly thing. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the road. It swallowed the world beyond the garden wall. She turned away. The room was dark. The only...

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