The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in. It erupted. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the bridge of the coastal survey vessel *Aethelgard*. The mist was white. It was absolute. It swallowed the horizon before the ship’s horn had finished its first shriek. Thorne was a man of angles. Square jaw. Set square shoulders. He had spent twenty years mapping the coastline. He knew every rock. Every drop in depth. He knew...

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