The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train hissed into the station of Elmsworth, a low, dying groan that seemed to vibrate through the cobblestones and up into the marrow of those who waited. Elias Thorne stood apart from the cluster of commuters, his posture rigid not with fear but with a profound, aching stillness, as if he were a tree rooted in the earth while the world spun around him. He was a man of sixty winters, his...

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