The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist rose from the valley floor like a exhaled breath, thick and grey, swallowing the edges of the small town of Oakhaven. It did not drift. It sat. It waited. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the county line, his boots sinking into the wet mud, watching the fog consume the road behind him. He had just signed the transfer papers. The ink was still wet on the document in his hand, a black...

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