The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The sky splits open. Not with thunder. With light. White. Blinding. You are in the cellar. The air tastes of copper and rot. Your father is gone. He was taken. By the Men in Grey. They do not knock. They do not speak. They only take. You hide. Behind the sacks of flour. The flour is dust. It coats your tongue. It coats your soul. You wait. The footsteps stop. Silence. Heavy. Thick. Then, a...

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