The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron ring of the door knocker against the oak wood was the only sound that mattered in the grey, damp morning, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to sync with the slow, heavy thud of Cillian’s own heart as he stood before the gates of the Magisterate, his hands wrapped in bandages that had long since turned the color of old tea, his knuckles swollen and bruised from the endless, futile labor...

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