The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You wake in the damp cold of the barracks, the taste of iron and old stone heavy on your tongue, and for a moment you do not know where you are or why your hands are bound so tightly to the heavy oak table before you. The light is not the bright, honest sun of the morning patrol but a pale, sickly gray that filters through the high, narrow windows of the Inquisitor’s Hall, casting long,...

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