The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey droplets that turned the air into a thick, breathing substance, and within this damp and timeless expanse, Elias Thorne sat on the edge of a bed that felt less like furniture and more like a relic from a forgotten age, his hands resting on his knees where they trembled not from cold but from a profound and exhausting sense...

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