The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel of the King’s private drive, kicking up a cloud of grey dust that hung in the air like a suspended breath. Elias Thorne sat hunched over his knees, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of a velvet case that had once been the color of deep wine but was now the shade of dried blood. He was a man who dealt in things that did not age, or so he had...

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