The Pale Mist
Chapter One Mwanaidi Hussein would later recall the smell of ozone and wet wool before the sight of the banquet hall, a sensory error that marked the beginning of his unraveling. He stood at the head of the table, the silverware cold in his hands, while the fog seeped through the sealed manor walls, a sentient gray that whispered lies into the minds of those who feared it. His brother, Kofi,...
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