The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Hamisi Bekele remembered the silence of the museum after the power failed, a stillness that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. He stood in the dark of the security booth, the only light coming from the emergency battery pack glowing a faint, sickly amber against the wall, watching the rain hammer the glass with the rhythmic violence of a fist against a door. The storm had come...

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