The Pale Mist

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2026-08-17 22:44:53 -

The Pale Mist

The mist did not rise from the earth. It fell. It descended from the sky like a heavy, wet shroud, erasing the horizon, the trees, the distant spires of the castle. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the soft, dark soil. The air tasted of iron and old rain. I held my sword tight in both hands. The leather grip was worn smooth by my palms, by the years of service, by the...

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