The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying beast dragging its ribs through the mud, and Sir Aldric stood before it, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had not tasted blood in a decade, the metal cold against his palm, slick with the sweat of a man who had been marching for hours through a fog that did not belong to any earthly climate. Behind him, the ranks of the King’s Guard...

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