The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell tolled. It was a low, guttural sound that vibrated in the marrow of Thomas’s bones. He stood in the courtyard. The stone was wet. A mist clung to the ground. It was thick. It was white. It smelled of rot and rain. "Get moving," the Captain said. Thomas did not move. The Captain stepped closer. His boots squelched in the mud. He was a large man. His face was red. His eyes were hard....

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