The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wind in the high moors of the Yorkshire Dales did not howl, as the poets in the lower valleys claimed it did, but rather held its breath, a long, suspended exhalation that pressed against the eardrums like the weight of wet wool, and in this stillness, which was so profound it felt solid, the old herbalist, Elias Thorne, stood at the edge of the crumbling limestone cliff, looking down into...

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