The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that swallowed the jagged teeth of the coastline and turned the world into a suspended, breathless pause between one moment and the next. Major Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots digging into the wet, black soil, his fingers white-knuckled around the railing of the observation deck, a structure of rusted...

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