The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The seal was made of obsidian, cold as a winter eye. It sat in the palm of Silas Vane, a man who was not entirely of this world, though he wore the skin of one with such practiced ease that few noticed the seam where the human ended and the thing beneath began. The obsidian was a mark. A brand of office. It held the weight of the Court’s silence, a heavy, black stone that whispered of orders...

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