The Pale Mist

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2026-08-17 13:06:23 -

The Pale Mist

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a cloying mixture that coated the back of your throat. You sat at the end of the long mahogany table, your hands folded in your lap, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, a low, continuous drone that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You were here...

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