The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The champagne flutes on the silver tray numbered forty-two, a precise inventory of glass and liquid that Elias Thorne had counted three times in the last hour, his eyes tracking the condensation that beaded along the stems like sweat on a fevered brow. He stood beneath the vaulted glass ceiling of the Meridian Tower’s atrium, the air conditioning humming a low, mechanical drone that vibrated...

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