The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream was always the same, a cold and wet recursion that Thomas Bradshaw could not shake even after waking in the damp straw of his bed in the highland keep. In the vision, his dead brother, Elise, was not a ghost but a pattern, his face stitched into the lining of the tunic Thomas wore, the thread pulling tight against the skin, the eyes of the deceased staring out from the fabric with a...

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