The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of the Royal Precinct, a sound like dry bones grinding against one another, and Elias Thorne sat in the back, his knees pressed tight against the seat, feeling the cold seep through the wool of his trousers. He was a minor clerk in the Ministry of Records, a man whose life was measured in ink stains and the quiet decay of paper, but today he wore a...

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