The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The vial was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a slender cylinder of glass that held a liquid the color of bruised plums, and he watched the drop tremble at the lip, suspended by surface tension and the sheer weight of his desperation. Outside the window of his study in the citadel of Aethelgard, the mist was not merely weather; it was a living thing, a pale, sentient fog that pressed against...

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