The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist was thick as wool, pressing against the broken window of the infirmary until the stones themselves seemed to sweat. Elias Thorne coughed, a wet, rattling sound that scraped the back of his throat, and wiped his mouth with the back of a hand that trembled slightly. He looked at the squire, young Thomas, who sat on the edge of the cot, his face pale in the dim light of the single tallow...

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