The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended curtain of water that turned the night into a thick, breathing wall. Inside the concrete bunker, the air was stale and tasted of copper and old sweat. Elias Thorne sat on a metal bench, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was a man composed of sharp angles and quiet endurance. His uniform was the standard issue of the Sector Enforcement...

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