The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mud of the border outpost sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots, a cold, viscous grip that mirrored the dread tightening in his chest. He stood in the center of the muddy clearing, the rain hammering his shoulders, his hands white-knuckled around the rolled survey map. The document was his only proof, the tangible link between his patrol’s integrity and the distant, indifferent capital. For three...

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