The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The clock read 11:42 PM. I had six hours until the shift changed, but only minutes until the end. I counted the seconds on the IV drip, each plastic drop a heavy, wet thud against the silence of Room 404. Mara’s chest rose and fell, a shallow, rasping effort that seemed to cost her more energy than the air she pulled in. I was thirty-two years old, a night-shift nurse in Harlan, Kentucky, and I...

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