The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hall hummed with low, velvet noise. Candlelight flickered on gold leaf. It was a night for power. Commander Elias Thorne stood by the pillar. He watched the dance. He held the key. It was small. Iron. Cold. He gripped it in his pocket. The key to the vault. The vault of the old palace. Not a place of gold. A place of memory. General Sterling approached. His smile was thin. "Commander."...

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