The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell tolls. It is a heavy, iron sound that shakes the dust from the rafters. You stand in the center of the hall. Your hands are bound. The rope burns. It is a specific kind of pain. Hot. Sharp. Localized. You count the heartbeats. One. Two. Three. The room is full of people. They wear dark robes. They look down. You look up. The ceiling is painted with saints. They have pale faces. They...

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