The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The light was wrong. It came from everywhere and nowhere, a flat, grey wash that turned the stone into bone. "Can you see the needle?" Elara asked. Her voice sounded thin, scraped raw by the cold. Thomas did not answer. He stood by the broken archway, his back to her, staring into the mist that pooled in the streets like spilled milk. He was holding the iron compass. His hands were steady, but...

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