The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not roll in so much as it woke. It rose from the black loam of the valley floor, a thick, white breath that erased the horizon and swallowed the world whole. Elias Thorne walked through it with the steady, hollow gait of a man who has forgotten how to be afraid. He was a prisoner of his own making, bound not by iron but by the weight of a debt he had spent forty years trying to...

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