The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Maren woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. It was a metallic tang, sharp and cold, that clung to the back of her throat. She lay still. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of damp stone and old blood. Her hands were bound. The ropes were rough. They bit into her wrists. She did not struggle. Struggle was a luxury she had no time for. She opened her eyes. The room was small. It was a...

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