The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain against the window of the clinic was not a sound, but a texture, a heavy, grey wool pressed against the glass. Margaret sat in the waiting room, her hands folded in her lap, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old parchment. She was waiting for the diagnosis that would explain the silence in her head, the strange absence that had begun to eat at the...

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