It rolled in every month from the west, steady as clockwork, and people would lock their doors and barricade their windows and wait it for it to be over.

Juliet got up at sunrise and began her preparations, fixing every broken board and filling every crack before checking her food supplies. She always worried it wasn’t enough, but it always was.

By sundown, the mist had already spread across the town, eating away at the defenses. Juliet tried to block out the howls, and once again she failed.

No matter how many times it happened, it never got any easier.

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