The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a sudden and violent condensation of the grey sky onto the wet cobblestones of the village square. It was a cold, technical precipitation, the kind that seeped into the marrow and stripped the warmth from the blood, and Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of it, his coat soaked through, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier...

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