The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The feast is over. The bones are picked clean. You stand in the hall. The air is thick. It tastes of iron. It tastes of old blood. The torches flicker. They paint the walls in shadow. You are a knight. You are a shield. You are a wall of steel. The lord sits high. He eats. He laughs. He does not look at you. You look at the tower. It is far. It is grey. It is cold. It stands against the sky. It...

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