The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll into Oakhaven; it erupted. It burst through the gaps in the stone walls of the barracks like a living thing, cold and wet, smelling of wet wool and old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood frozen, his hand hovering over the door of Captain Halloway’s quarters. Inside, the silence was absolute, a vacuum that pressed against his eardrums. When he pushed the door open, the fog...

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