The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it rose, thick and white, erasing the ridge line where the timber road met the wilder hills. Elias Thorne walked with his hands deep in his coat pockets, the leather of the compass case creaking against his palm. He was forty-two, a man whose shoulders had rounded under the weight of years spent hauling oak and pine, and he was terrified. Beside him, Mara moved with a...

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