The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist clung to the high desert floor like a wet shroud, erasing the horizon and leaving Elias Thorne suspended in a white void. At thirty-four, Elias had spent twelve years walking this line, but the cold bit deeper today, a sharp, metallic pain that settled in his lungs. He adjusted his radio, static hissing back at him, a dry, electric scratch that offered no comfort. His sister, Clara,...

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