The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The steam from the Oakhaven gasworks did not merely rise; it clung, a thick, sulfurous fog that settled into the pores of the skin and the crevices of the brickwork, turning the night into a gray, suffocating soup in which the world seemed to dissolve at the edges. Elias Thorne stood by the alley mouth, his hand resting on the cold iron of his baton, watching the vapor curl around the legs of...

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