The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The air in the subterranean barracks smelled of damp wool and copper, a metallic tang that had settled into the pores of your skin over the last six weeks. You stood before the mirror, the glass dark and warped, reflecting a face that was less a portrait and more a sketch of exhaustion. The uniform was immaculate, the brass buttons polished until they glowed like small, cold suns, but the eyes...

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