The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell rang. It did not chime. It groaned. A low, tectonic shudder that vibrated in the marrow of the bones. Elias woke. The room was cold. Stone walls. Damp. The air tasted of iron and old rot. He sat up. His body ached. Not from age. From hunger. He was a scholar. Or he had been. The title was a ghost. A hollow thing. He had spent his life in the library of the Abbey. He had read the old...

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