The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a slow, rhythmic breath that swelled from the black, still water of the harbor and swallowed the world whole, erasing the horizon, the distant lighthouse, and the very concept of distance until the only thing that existed was the grey, suffocating curtain that pressed against the glass of the lighthouse room where Elias Thorne sat, his hands...

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