The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying mix that clung to the back of my throat. We sat on the floor, cross-legged, while the fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting long, dancing shadows against the tapestries. The tapestries depicted the old laws, the ancient codes that governed our lives, rendered in thread so fine it looked like spiderweb silk. I watched the fire...

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