The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The stone arch of the Blackwood Gate did not stand so much as it loomed, a jagged scar of granite cutting through the fog-choked valley like a broken tooth. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before it, his boots sinking into the wet earth, the weight of his rifle a familiar, cold anchor against his shoulder. He was thirty-four years old, a man carved by twelve years of service in the British Army,...

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