The Mist Took Life and the Hand of His Forever
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2 min readFeb 23, 2020
After midnight, the dark mist began to swirl between the trees. Bleeding tendrils of ink, the fog sought its prey. Creeping silently, it spread from the shrouded forest. Dread, as if palpable, crawled ahead of the eddying shadows. Exuding malevolence, the midnight haze poured towards the sleeping town.
Flowing soundlessly, it blanketed its first victim. Garroting the drunken fool…
