The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The watch sat on the table. It was a heavy thing, brass and scarred. The crystal was cracked down the middle. A single hairline fracture. It had been there for years. Thomas picked it up. The metal was cold. It felt dead in his hand. He set it down again. The sound was a dull thud. No tick. No life. Just weight. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The walls were thick. They held the cold of the...

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