The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Thorne. The word was spat by the gatekeeper, a man named Silas whose face was a map of old scars and older grudges, and it hung in the air of the mist-choked valley like a stone dropped into still water. Elias Thorne, forty years old with hands roughened by the shuttle and spine bent by the loom, did not answer immediately. He stood at the edge of the Duke’s outer yard, clutching a bolt of silk...

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