The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The feast was a riot of tallow and blood. They crowded the hall. Torches sputtered. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool. It smelled of iron. It smelled of fear. Elara stood in the corner. Her back was against the stone. The stone was cold. It bit into her spine. She did not move. She watched them eat. They tore at the meat. Jaws worked. Eyes were low. They did not look at her. They never...

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