The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train did not arrive with a roar, but with a sigh, a long, exhaled breath of steam that seemed to settle over the platform like a ghost refusing to dissipate. Elias Thorne stood there, his leather valise clutched in one hand, the other adjusting the collar of his tweed jacket, a garment that had seen better decades and certainly better climates. He was a man of letters, a scholar of the...

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