The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The wind that swept across the highlands of Moorseal was not merely a movement of air but a living, breathing entity that carried the scent of decay and distant rain, a gust that tore at the hem of Arthur’s wool coat and whispered secrets into the hollows of his bones, secrets that he had spent the last decade of his academic life trying to silence through the rigid architecture of his theories...

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