The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on the map was shifting again, a slow, blue pulse that looked less like paper and more like a bruise under the skin. Elias Thorne watched the lines twist, the familiar contours of the Blackfen Marsh rearranging themselves into paths that did not exist on any surveyor’s chart. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, usually steady enough to hold a theodolite level in a gale, were...

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