The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the streets of Harrowgate into a slick, reflective mirror of the city’s decay. Elias Thorne stood in the lobby of the Meridian Hotel, his hands trembling not from the chill of the damp air, but from the shock of the words that had just been spoken. Across the marble reception desk, Julian, his younger brother,...

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