The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the skylight of the intake wing. A steady, gray percussion. Captain Elias Thorne sat at his desk. The leather was cracked. The desk was heavy. He did not look up. "Captain." The voice was soft. Wet. It came from the doorway. Elias did not move. His eyes remained fixed on the blotter. A stain of ink, dark and spreading. Like a bruise....

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