The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain lashed the pavement, turning the street into a slick, grey river that reflected the harsh glare of the university’s administrative tower. Elias Thorne stood at the base of the steps, his fingers white-knuckled around the collar of a torn wool coat that smelled of old tobacco and dust. He was forty-two, but the exhaustion in his shoulders made him look older, a man worn down by a decade...

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