The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The sword did not sing; it screamed, a high, thin note that tore through the silence of the hall like a needle through silk. Sir Thomas Ashworth’s arm, heavy with the weight of the steel, moved not with the grace of a dancer but with the brutal, necessary economy of a man who had long since stopped dreaming. He was not here for glory. He was here because the King had commanded it, and because...

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