The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The morning light in the Hall of the High Court did not shine so much as it hung, a thick, suspended fog of gold and dust that settled on the velvet seats and the polished oak of the benches. You sat in the front row, your hands folded in your lap, the leather of your gloves creaking softly with every subtle shift of your weight. You were a man of the law, a keeper of the seal, a warrior whose...

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