The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bowl was cold. It sat in the center of the white tablecloth, a ring of condensation spreading beneath its weight, holding a porridge that had congealed into a pale, unappetizing lump. Elara stared at it, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the spoon, the metal biting into the ceramic with a sound that seemed too loud in the quiet kitchen. The steam had long since vanished,...

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