The Pale Mist
The house had always known how to hide things, but it was the silence that finally broke the surface of the world, a thick, white fog that rolled in from the valley floor and swallowed the garden, the stone walls, and the very breath of the living, turning the air into a substance that one could feel pressing against the skin like wet wool, and in the center of this suffocating white expanse...
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