The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist is not merely weather; it is a living thing that has settled into the marrow of the stone walls, a pale, suffocating embrace that smells of wet wool and old blood. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, your hands bound behind your back with ropes that have cut into the flesh until the pain is a dull, throbbing second heartbeat. The air is thick, viscous, and it moves against you...

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