The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The morning light hit the high windows at a slant that stripped the color from the oak paneling, leaving the courtroom in a grey, suspended stillness that felt less like silence and more like the held breath before a storm. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the clock’s ticks on the wall, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, his fingers resting on the cold leather of the case file, the paper rough...

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