The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The vial shatters against the bottom of the ceramic bowl, a sound like a small bone breaking, and you watch the white powder dissolve into the oatmeal, clouding the milk until it looks the color of old ash. Elara does not look up; she is already reaching for the spoon, her movements precise and mechanical, the way a surgeon might approach a wound she knows she cannot heal. You stand in the...

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