The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The road is not a road. It is a scar. You walk it. Your boots are mud-caked. The mud is black. It smells of rot. It smells of old iron. Stop. Breathe. The mist is thick. It is not white. It is grey. It is the color of wet ash. It clings to your coat. It clings to your skin. You feel it there. A cold weight. You hold the box. It is small. Wooden. Bound in wire. The wire is rusted. The wood is...

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