The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the line between the river and the sky, leaving the town of Oakhaven suspended in a wet, breathing silence. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his workshop, the glass fogged by the heat of the kiln inside, and watched the mist creep up the cobblestones. He was a man of hands, a glassblower whose craft had sustained...

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