The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter was folded into a square no larger than a playing card, its edges worn soft from being held in a sweating palm. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform at Euston, the November air biting at his exposed neck, while the train hissed and shuddered in the fog. He clutched the paper against his chest, feeling the coarse texture of the cheap printer’s ink that still smelled of the...

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