The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ice was not there yesterday. Elias Thorne stood before the central airlock of Blackwood Station, his hand resting on the cold, riveted steel of the door frame. The summer heat outside was a physical weight, pressing against the concrete walls of the bunker, but inside, the air was stagnant and thick. The wedge of ice sat in the lower hinge mechanism, bright and white, defying the July...

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