The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream had no sky, only a ceiling of pale, shifting mist that pressed against the stones like a damp cloth. Aldric woke with the taste of iron and old dust in his mouth, his hands still locked in the rigid guard position of the shield wall. He was not in the barracks. He was not in the court of King Odo, where the banners hung in stiff, colorful lines. He was in the Gray Hall, a structure...

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