The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in. It seeped. It crept through the keyholes of the high-rise office on the fourteenth floor, a pale, cold liquid that settled on the glass like frost. Elias stood by the window, his back to the room. He was not a man. Not anymore. The shift had happened years ago, subtle as a bruise forming under skin. He was a thing of mist and memory, bound to the city’s grid, a glitch...

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