The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown against the glass, a violent, staccato assault that turned the windows of the old manor house into blinding sheets of white noise, and I stood in the center of the hallway, holding a revolver that felt heavy and cold in my hand, while the silence inside the house was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums,...

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