The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edge of the manor house into the mist. Silas Thorne stood at the threshold, his boots heavy with the mud of the lower fields, watching the door swing shut on the final echo of his father’s voice. The separation was not violent. It was quiet, a slow exhalation of air from a room that had grown too cold. Silas...

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