The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The sky did not darken. It dissolved. One moment, Elias Thorne was running his shift on the perimeter wall of the containment zone, the gravel crunching under his boots in a rhythm he had memorized over three years of service. The next, the air turned to static, a thick, humming gray that smelled of ozone and wet copper. The sirens did not wail. They simply ceased to exist, replaced by a...

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