The Pale Mist
The fog does not rise so much as it accumulates, a slow, pale accumulation that settles into the crevices of the stone and the grain of the wood until the manor feels less like a house and more like a vessel sealed in wax. I am Elias Thorne, clerk to the estate, and I have spent the last thirty days documenting the temperature, the humidity, and the barometric pressure of the Hollow Vale,...
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