The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You are leaving the Hall of Mirrors at the moment the fog begins to seep through the high, arched windows, a pale and viscous mist that smells of wet stone and old iron. You do not look back. To look back would be to acknowledge the weight of the uniform you are shedding, the heavy wool coat that has felt less like clothing and more like a second skin for the last decade of your service. You...

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