The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the wet cobblestones of the Plaza and the imposing stone facade of the Chancellery. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and stale tobacco, a suffocating blend that seemed to settle in the lungs of every person who entered the office. Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the...

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