The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rifle butt was heavy, a block of cold, damp oak that Elias Thorne pressed against the iron lock with a force that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his arms, a force that lived in the marrow of his shins and the aching knot of his lower back. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with twelve years of service etched into the lines around his eyes, and he was currently breaking...

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