The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges softened by the damp air of the house, like a skin peeled from something alive. Elias Thorne stood before it, his fingers hovering in the cold distance, unable to touch the ink that held his name. Outside, the November rain tapped against the windowpane in a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a clock counting down to a verdict. He had...

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