The Pale Mist

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2026-08-19 08:49:05 -

The Pale Mist

The rain does not wash the blood from your hands. You know this. You have known it since the day you took the oath, standing in the mud of the old field, your boots sinking into the earth as if the ground itself were trying to swallow you whole. Now, in the city that smells of wet stone and old iron, the stain remains. It is not there, of course. Not in the skin. It is in the bone. In the...

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