The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the flickering gas lamps. I stood at the threshold of the Grand Court, my leather satchel heavy against my hip, the weight of the velvet box inside it pulling at my shoulder with a gravity that felt less like physics and more like destiny. I was...

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