The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The taste of the air in Ward 4 was not merely unpleasant; it was a physical assault, a thick, sweet viscosity that coated the back of my throat and turned my tongue to slate. I stood in the narrow corridor, my hand pressed against the cold iron of the doorframe, watching the pale, medicinal haze churn against the glass of the isolation room where my sister, Clara, lay. I had come here with a...

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