The Pale Mist
The eviction notice lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling in the damp air, the ink blurred by a single drop of condensation that had fallen from the ceiling beam. Elias Thorne stared at the date of final removal, three days hence, and felt the cold seep into his bones, a temperature that had nothing to do with the November wind rattling the sash windows. He signed his name at the bottom,...
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