The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The vial was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, the glass slick with rain and a faint, viscous residue that smelled of iron and old flowers. He stood in the center of Main Street, the wet asphalt reflecting the amber glow of the streetlamps, and watched the liquid inside the cylinder swirl with a pale, opalescent luminescence that defied the grey November dark. In his other hand, he gripped the...

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