The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it sat there, thick and white, swallowing the black pine trees of the Highlands one by one. Elias drove the van with his knuckles white against the steering wheel, the engine humming a low, anxious note that vibrated up through the seat and into his bones. In the back, wrapped in layers of bubble wrap and wool, the chandelier waited. Three years of breath, heat, and...

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