The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog arrived at Blackwater like an old widow—uninvited, lingering, certain of its welcome. It came down the moors in sheets of pallid grey, wrapping the cobbles and chimney pots in a damp embrace that no candle could pierce. Eleanor Vane knew it would come. Everyone in the village knew. The mist did not so much descend as remember itself into being, as though the valley had simply exhaled a...

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