The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The glass shattered before the sound arrived. It was a Tuesday. Rain slicked the windows of the subterranean archive. The air smelled of damp paper and ozone. Elias Vane stood at the center of the room. He held the chalice. It was blue. It was thin. It was his. The alarm screamed. Red light pulsed against the concrete walls. Elias did not run. He looked at the chalice in his hands. The shards...

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