The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Elara. The name hung in the damp air of the kitchen, spoken by no one, yet heavy enough to bruise the silence. I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue and the weight of the missing thing pressing against my chest. The silver locket was gone. It had sat on the bedside table for three days, a cold, hard eye watching me from the shadows of my sister’s room, and now the spot where it rested...

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