The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on the alibi was still wet, smudging under Elias Thorne’s thumb as he pressed the paper flat against the desk. The wood was scarred with old knife marks, a map of previous clerks’ frustrations, and the room smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco. Outside, the Pale Mist rolled over the rooftops of Oakhaven, thick and white, swallowing the chimneys one by one. Elias had spent three nights...

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