The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The alarm didn’t ring. It screamed. A digital shriek that tore the fabric of the night, vibrating through the thin walls of the dormitory. I was awake before my eyes opened. Muscle memory. The body remembers what the mind tries to forget. I sat up. The sheets were tangled around my legs, cold and damp. Outside, the sky was the color of a bruise. Purple and swollen. The rain hit the windowpane...

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