The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. I sat at the high table, my hands trembling beneath the linen cloth. My wife, Elara, sat to my left. She did not look at me. She looked at the fire, her eyes tracking the dance of the embers with a stillness that frightened me. Around us, the courtiers ate. They drank wine dark as blood. They laughed. The laughter was sharp. It cut through...

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