The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain has not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the garrison courtyard into a slick, weeping mirror that reflects the grey, leaden sky above, and as you stand in the archway of the watchtower, your hand rests on the cold iron of your sword hilt, you feel the weight of the mist pressing against your skin like a living thing that knows your name, for the mist here in the...

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