The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The air in the Blackwood Asylum tasted of rust and old sweat. Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his back against the damp brick of the corridor, his revolver drawn, the metal cold and slick in his sweating palms. He was here for Clara. She had been trapped in this iron-lunged nightmare for three years, her mind slowly eroded by the institution’s quiet, bureaucratic cruelty. The shadows in the...

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