The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray fog that clung to the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, turning the world into a watercolor sketch left out in the damp. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Rue des Ombres, his coat soaked through, the wool heavy with the chill of the city. He was not fighting in the way the street urchins were, throwing stones at the police...

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