The Pale Mist

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2026-08-19 17:56:51 -

The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the observation unit like a living thing. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the cell, his hands resting on his knees, watching the condensation form and drip down the glass in slow, erratic lines. He had been here for three days, and in that time, the silence had grown so thick he could taste...

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