The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

I was wiping the grease off the ledger when the door swung open, the hinges screaming their usual rusted complaint. The smell of roasting pork and spilled ale hit me before the sound did, a thick, cloying fog that seemed to coat the back of my throat. I am Elias Thorne, constable of Oakhaven, and I had been standing at the edge of the table for five minutes, watching the village elders raise...

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