The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it seeped, a pale and viscous liquid that found the hairline cracks in the mortar of the Thorne manor and squeezed itself into the bones of the house. Elias Thorne stood at the center of his laboratory, a room that had once been a solar but now smelled of sulfur and rotting lilies, and watched the steam rise from his crucible with the cold detachment of a man who had...

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