The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was wet. I watched it bleed into the parchment, black and cold. It did not dry. It spread, a slow, dark tide eating the margin. I tried to stop it. My hand trembled. The quill snapped. "Your hand is steady, Sir," said Aldric. His voice was low. It scraped against the silence of the tower. "Steady as stone. Steady as the dead." I looked at him. He stood by the window. The glass was...

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