The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The stone of the keep did not merely surround us; it breathed. It was a living lung, expanding and contracting with the rhythm of the wind that howled through the high, narrow windows. I sat on the cold flagstones, my back pressed against the rough-hewn wall, and watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of pale light that pierced the gloom. Here, in this high tower of Castle Aveline, time had...

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