The Pale Mist

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2026-08-18 16:44:03 -

The Pale Mist

You stand in the courtyard. The stone is wet. It is cold. The mist clings to your legs. It is thick. It is white. It is alive. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You hold your sword. Your hand shakes. The tremor is small. It is deep. It comes from the bone. Who is there? A voice echoes. It is high. It is thin. It cuts through the fog. I am here. You do not answer. You cannot. Your throat is tight....

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