The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the gaslights of a city that seemed to be dissolving into the fog. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his workshop, his breath misting the cold glass, watching the street below where the shadows stretched long and thin like spilled ink. He was a...

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