The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the safehouse into a blur of indistinct shapes and wet asphalt, a visual static that seemed to seep through the double-paned glass and into the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, where it pooled in a cold, stagnant reservoir of guilt that no amount of whiskey or sleep could...

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