The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not behave like weather; it behaved like a memory, thick and grey and clinging to the roots of the ancient oaks that lined the road, a substance that seemed to absorb the light of the late autumn sun until the world was reduced to a flat, two-dimensional sketch of shadows and pale stone. Thomas Bradshaw, a man of thirty-two years whose lungs had begun to...

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