The Pale Mist

added blog Literature

2026-08-25 12:28:46 -

The Pale Mist

The axe bit into the driftwood, splitting the grain with a sound like a dry bone breaking, and I watched the pale mist curl around the base of the stump, thick as wool and just as cold. My lungs burned, a sharp, acidic pain that started in the chest and radiated out to the fingertips, the first true symptom of the Gray Withering that had taken half the valley’s population since the war. I was...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews