The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mist that rolled in from the moor seemed to have a texture of its own, a thick, grey wool that wrapped around the windows of the inn until the glass looked like frosted skin. Thomas sat at the back table, his hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the door. He was a man of few words, a carpenter by trade,...

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