The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it grew, thick and white as raw cotton, filling the air with the scent of ozone and wet stone. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood warped under the weight of blueprints, listening to the mill groan. He was forty years old, a structural engineer with a pension three months away, and his hands were trembling. "You’re shaking, Elias," Silas said from the doorway. The...

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