The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream was always the same: Elias Thorne’s handwriting, black and bold on cream paper, unraveling into gray mist. He woke at four in the morning, the damp air of Oakhaven pressing against his windowpane, his fingers twitching with the phantom sensation of ink drying. He was fifty-two, a retired archivist whose mind had begun to fray at the edges, a deterioration he attributed to early-onset...

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