The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wine is red as the heartwood of an oak, and it stains the white tablecloth in a pattern that looks disturbingly like a map of the coastlines you have failed to protect. You sit at the head of the long table, your hands resting on the polished wood, feeling the grain beneath your fingers, a texture that reminds you of the rough bark of the trees in the park where you used to walk as a boy,...

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