The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hall was thick with smoke. The air tasted of iron. And old gold. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the rain. It fell in sheets. Gray. Endless. Inside, the lords drank. They laughed. It was a wet sound. Like frogs. Thorne held his sword. The hilt was cold. It seeped into his palm. It bit. It sang. He was the shield. The wall. The bone. Lord Malcom sat at the head. He...

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