The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Elias. The name was not a call but a summons, dragged through the sterile air of St. Jude’s ward by Dr. Aris, whose voice held the flat, unwavering cadence of a man who had long since stopped listening to the human heart. Elias stood by the foot of the bed, his hands clasped so tightly the knuckles had turned the color of old bone, and he looked up at the head physician with a desperation that...

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