The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring. It screamed. The sound tore through the valley at dawn, a jagged shard of iron noise that shattered the silence of the pines. You were awake before the echo faded. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a trapped bird. You knew what it meant. You had always known. The air in the churchyard was thick with fog, a white, suffocating blanket that clung to the...

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