The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter lay on the scarred oak table, its paper yellowed and brittle as dried skin. Elias Thorne picked it up, the weight of it negligible, yet it felt like holding a stone. The ink was faded, the script angular and severe, bearing the seal of the Crown’s Solicitor. It was a summons, or rather, a notification of contest. Elias read the name at the top: *In the Matter of the Thorne Estate,...

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