The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bus did not stop at the end of the road, but rather dissolved into a thick, grey fog that smelled of wet wool and ozone. Sergeant Elias Thorne stepped off the curb, his boots sinking into the soft, undefined ground of a place that was not on any map of Virginia, nor of anywhere else he had ever known. The mist coiled around his ankles like a living thing, indifferent to his presence, yet he...

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