The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger was open, its spine cracked and weeping dried ink, and Elias Thorne held the glass vial up to the grey light filtering through the high windows of the Ministry. "You are certain of this, Mr. Thorne?" Director Vane asked, not looking up from his paperwork. His pen scratched a rhythmic, dry sound against the paper, a sound that seemed to drill into the base of Elias’s skull. "Certain,...

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