The Pale Mist

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 19:19:13 -

The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it descended, a heavy, wet shroud that swallowed the cobblestones of St. Jude’s village. It tasted of iron and old rot. Thomas stood at the edge of the village square, his armor clinking softly with the rhythm of his breath. He was a man of iron and silence, a knight of the Order, sworn to keep the peace in a time when peace was a rumor. The mist was thick, obscuring...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews