The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream was always the same, a pale and faceless figure standing in a field of white fog that did not move with the wind, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of cold iron in his mouth, his hands trembling as he reached for the inkwell. He was forty years old, a scholar of history who had spent the last decade chasing a ghost in the archives, and he had only three days left before his tenure...

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