The Pale Mist
You wake in the dark. The room is small. Walls of grey stone. You are here. Why are you here? You do not know. You know only the cold. It bites your skin. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are a scholar. Of history. Of forgotten things. You remember the library. You remember the smell of old paper. You remember your hands. They are trembling now. You sit up. Your head hurts. A dull ache. Behind...
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