The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The baton connected with the man’s jaw with a sound like a dry branch snapping. Elias Thorne did not feel the impact; he felt only the cold vibration traveling up the leather grip, settling into the bone of his wrist. The rioter stumbled, his face a mask of red fury, and the Pale Mist curled around them, thick and wet, smelling of ozone and old iron. Elias pushed the man back against the iron...

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