The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall of the Iron Keep was a cavern of shadows and flickering tallow, the air thick with the scent of roasted swan, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very stone. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, a mere child in the eyes of the court, my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the King feast. He was a mountain of a man, his crown...

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