The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not so much arrive in the city of Oakhaven as it exhaled, a thick, gray breath that tasted of wet stone and old iron, curling around the ankles of the few souls who dared to walk the cobblestones after the bells had ceased their midnight toll. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been worn smooth by the relentless friction of doubt, sat alone in the upper window of the Constabulary...

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