The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog rolled into the harbor of Bristol not as a weather phenomenon, but as a presence. It was thick, wet, and smelled of brine and rusted iron. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his fingers white-knuckled around the railing. He was a man who had lived in the shadows of other men’s empires, a translator of languages that no one in this city spoke, yet everyone needed to understand....

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