The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The tower stood isolated on the granite bluff, a square of pale stone that seemed to float above the churning grey sea. It was a place of silence, thick with the smell of damp wool and old candle wax. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the heavy oak surface scarred by decades of ink and wear. He was a man of modest height and unremarkable features, a clerk in the service of Lord Blackwood, the...

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