The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The first thing Elias noticed was the count of the stitches in his dream, one hundred and forty-two, each one pulling tight against the wet, red flesh of a hand that had not existed in three years. He woke with the phantom sensation of cold water running through his fingers, the kind that seeps into the bone and stays there, and he lay in the dark of the barracks listening to the hum of the...

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