The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the morning that shattered the silence of the Hall of Whispers and sent the courtiers scattering like leaves caught in a gale. I stood frozen in the shadow of the great marble pillars, my fingers still wrapped around the handle of the iron gate, feeling the cold bite of the metal against my skin as the world outside...

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