The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The pale mist did not drift in; it seeped, a slow, viscous exudation that pushed through the keyhole of the workshop door with the patient, deliberate pressure of a tumor expanding within the flesh of the room. Elias Thorne, his hands stained permanently with the tannins of cured leather, sat before the mayoral commission, a high-backed armchair that required a precision of stitching that his...

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