The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream had no floor, only a suffocating, opalescent mist that rolled in from the edges of vision like the tide retreating from a black sand beach, carrying with it the scent of ozone and wet wool. Marcus Thorne stood in the center of this suspended nothingness, his boots sinking into a substance that was neither soil nor water, but a thick, viscous fog that whispered against his ankles. He...

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