The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron clasp was cold. Elias Thorne held the signet ring in his palm, the metal biting into the flesh of his thumb, a small, sharp pain that grounded him in the reality of his own hand. It was the only object he had kept from Master Aldous, a man who had taught him that history was not a story but a ledger of debts. Outside the window, the Pale Mist pressed against the glass, a thick, gray...

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