The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The oak tree in the courtyard was old. Its bark was rough and gray, like the skin of a man who had not slept in years. It stood in the center of the paved square, unbothered by the wind. It did not sway. It did not whisper. It simply was. Commander Elias Thorne sat in the high chair at the head of the long table. The room was cold. The stone walls reflected the light from the small, barred...

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