The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet and dark against the cream of the paper, smelling faintly of iron and old blood, a scent that Elias Thorne recognized not with his nose but with the sudden, crushing weight in his chest that had accompanied him since he was seven years old. He sat in the small, windowless office of the Archivist’s Guild, the air thick with the dust of ten...

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