The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The stone screamed under the impact, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room. Elias Vance pressed his back against the damp wall of the tower, his chest heaving as dust rained down from the crumbling ceiling. He was thirty years old, a man of books and quiet rooms, yet here he was, covered in grey powder, listening to the world end outside. The fog was thick, a pale, churning thing that...

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