The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker. Elara Vance wiped her hands on a rag that had lost its color years ago, the leather of her gloves creaking as she stretched her fingers. She was a restorer of clocks, a trade that required a stillness she no longer possessed. The shop, a narrow strip of glass and wood wedged between a bakery and a chandler’s stall,...

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