The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

“You have forgotten the weight of a thread, have you not?” The voice came from the dark corner of the cellar, low and wet, like a stone rolling through slush. I did not look up from the loom, though my hands had stopped their rhythmic weaving, fingers trembling slightly against the cold iron frame. The air in the room was thick, stagnant, smelling of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood...

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