The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The air in the Archives of St. Jude’s was not merely stale but thick, a physical weight that pressed against Elara’s temples and settled in the hollows of her lungs like fine, grey silt. She stood before the glass case, her fingers hovering inches from the surface, trembling not with cold but with a desperate, clinging need to touch the thing within, for it was her, or rather, the shadow of...

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