The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The brass-bound compass sat in my palm, cold enough to burn, its needle trembling with a frantic, useless precision. I was Sergeant Elias Thorne, though the tribunal had stripped that rank from me three days prior, reducing twelve years of service to a file labeled "Rogue Element." The mud of the border checkpoint sucked at my boots with a wet, viscous grip, and the air tasted of iron and...

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