The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog rolled off the river like a shroud, thick and gray. Elias Thorne walked against it. His boots sank into the mud. He was a man of the old ways. He carried a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame danced. It did not burn. It only watched. Elias was a seeker. He found what was lost. Not keys. Not coins. He found the truth of things. The town of Oakhaven sat on a bend in the water. The...

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