An unseasonal fog has descended, enveloping everything in a preternatural silence that is inexplicably unnerving. The mist has shrouded the not so distant end of my street in mystery, cloaking it in grey vapor too think to penetrate with eyes; indeed, too thick and tough even for the sun to make an attempt on it. It has, like a blanket, been placed
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