The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The final box was brown, heavy with the weight of linen and old paper, and it sat in the center of the master bedroom like a tombstone. Elara stood before it, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, suffocating finality of the act. She was thirty-two, and she had spent the last decade believing that the walls of Ashworth Manor were the only things holding her life together. Now...

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