The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall was a cathedral of light, suspended in a void that defied the physics of the world I had left behind. It was a place of endless white marble and chandeliers that hung like frozen stars, casting a glow so pure it felt abrasive against the skin. We sat at long tables, hundreds of us, wearing the uniform of the Justiciars: heavy, structured coats of grey wool that felt less like...

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