The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron taste of blood is the first thing you remember, sharper than the scream that tore through the fog. You are kneeling in the mud of the High Street, your sword, a relic of a time when oaths mattered more than gold, trembling in your grip. The enemy is not a man in armor, but a thing woven from shadow and smoke, a silhouette that moves with the fluid grace of a nightmare. It does not...

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