The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a hammer blow, delivered by the Inspector’s voice across the cold, damp floor of the barracks, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones and shatter the fragile, white silence of the dream I had been drowning in. I sat up, the sheets twisted around my waist, and the air hit me with the scent of wet wool, stale...

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