The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist was thick. It tasted of wet stone and old iron. Maren walked. Her boots were heavy. The mud sucked at her heels. She did not look down. To look down was to see the path. To see the path was to remember where she had been. She did not remember. She was walking toward the High Keep. The Keep stood on the cliff. It was black stone. It did not move. The mist swirled around her legs. It was...

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