The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The sky broke open at dawn. It did not rain. It bled. A thick, grey sludge poured from the clouds, soaking the iron bridges and the cobblestones of the industrial town. It smelled of sulfur and old pennies. Elara stood on the platform. Her coat was wet. Her hair was plastered to her skull. She held a lantern. The flame was blue. It did not flicker. It burned with a steady, cold intensity. She...

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