The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that blurred the edges of the world beyond the glass of the infirmary window. Inside, the air smelled of antiseptic, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, the knuckles white. He was a man who had spent forty years listening to the silence between...

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