The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not lift; it thickened, a living thing that breathed against the skin of the valley, turning the stone walls of the keep into vague, gray suggestions of solidity. Inside the high hall, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old wood, while outside the world was dissolving into a white nothingness. Elara sat by the hearth, her hands resting in her lap, fingers...

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