The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The kettle whistles. It is a sharp, metallic cry that cuts through the grey silence of the kitchen. You stand still. Your hands rest on the edge of the granite counter. The stone is cold. You do not move to turn off the gas. You let it scream. The steam rises in a tight, white column. It hits the ceiling and disperses. You look at the table. A single place is set. A white plate. A fork. A...

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