The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The seal was wet. It sat on the parchment. A red circle of wax. Fresh. Thomas stared at it. The hall was cold. Stone walls. Damp air. He smelled mildew and old iron. He was alone. The torches sputtered in the corners. Shadows danced. Long and thin. Like fingers. Thomas touched the wax. It crumbled. A small cloud of dust. It settled on his glove. Black. Like soot. He had guarded this door for...

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