The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wool had taken on the scent of wet stone and old blood, a smell that clung to the fibers no matter how many times Elias Thorne hung the heavy coat in the drying shed, and he stood now in the center of the Harrowgate square, counting the seconds until the council gong sounded, his fingers raw and white-knuckled against the rough, pitted bark of the linden tree that anchored the town’s oldest...

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