The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not rise so much as it seeped, a cold, grey liquid that pooled in the cobblestone gutters of London’s underbelly, thick enough to taste on the tongue like iron and old rain, and in that suffocating damp, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back against the wet brick of the alley, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that fogged the air before his face while the weight of the...

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