The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hammer struck the iron spike, and the sound was swallowed before it could travel ten feet. Elias Thorne stood in the white nothing of the valley, his breath a gray plume that vanished into the dense, freezing air. He was a surveyor, a man of angles and measurements, and he had come to the Kestrel Ridge to secure the communal land before the winter freeze set in. The contract was simple:...

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