The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The forge in the valley did not smell of coal or iron, but of wet earth and old rain, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the particular flavor of his own exhaustion. He was a man who had traded the open sky for the narrow, soot-stained windows of the Foundry, a place where the machinery of industry hummed a low, constant drone that vibrated in his teeth. For three decades, he...

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