The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Thorne. The name was not a question but a verdict, spoken by the head porter with the flat, finality of a gavel striking wood, and it hung in the air of the main reading room while you stood frozen, your hand still resting on the cold brass rim of the reliquary that sat upon the oak table before you. The mist, that pale, cold thing that only you could see, coiled around the base of the vessel...

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