The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall smelled of roasting pork and wet stone. Marianne sat at the high table. She did not look at the food. She looked at the tapestries. They were old. The threads were frayed. The colors had bled. Red had turned to rust. Blue had faded to gray. The kings in the weaving had no eyes. The queens had no mouths. Lord Ashworth spoke. His voice was loud. It filled the room. It shook the...

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