The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it seeped, a cold, damp breath that tasted of iron and old paper, settling over the border post of Kael’s Crossing until the world beyond the window was nothing but a white void. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and twenty-two of those spent in the grey uniform of the Customs Authority, stood before the heavy oak desk, his hands trembling slightly as he held...

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