The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey water that blurred the horizon into a smear of mud and decay, and within this wet, weeping silence, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold, slick bark of an ancient oak, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that misted and vanished in the chilled air. He was not a man of war, not in the way that the men in their...

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