The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train hissed into the station, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to pull the breath out of the air, leaving the platform in a sudden, ringing silence. Elias Thorne stepped onto the gravel, his leather boots crunching softly against the small stones, the weight of his years pressing down on his shoulders with a physical heaviness that the damp autumn air only served to deepen. He was a...

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