The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter from Clara was the first thing I saw when I walked into the station, sitting on my desk like a stain of white paper against the dark wood, the envelope already torn open by the morning wind that rattled the window frames. I sat down, my knees popping with the dry, grating sound of old hinges, and read the words that had cost me three dollars in postage and a lifetime of pride, the...

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