The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a slow, grey sigh that filled the valley of Oakhaven with a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, and Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the village square, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen battle in three years, feeling the cold seep through the leather of his gauntlets and into...

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