The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hall smelled of wet wool and stale wax. Eleanor sat in the corner. The chair was hard. It bit into her hips. She did not move. Her hands lay flat on her lap. Her fingers were pale. Her nails were bitten to the quick. Around her, the room hummed. It was a low sound. A vibration in the stone walls. The chandelier above was thick with dust. It cast long, jagged shadows on the floor. The...

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