The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, grey curtain that turned the village of Oakhaven into a damp, breathing thing, where the cobblestones slicked with moisture reflected the dim, flickering glow of the tallow candles within the stone cottages. Elara sat in the corner of the cramped kitchen, her knees drawn up to her chest, watching the condensation bead and run...

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