The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog came in low. It wrapped around the castle walls. It touched the stones. The stones were cold. Edward walked. He walked fast. His boots were wet. The mud was thick. It pulled at his heels. He did not look up. He looked at the ground. He counted his steps. One. Two. Three. "Your Majesty," a voice said. It was behind him. It was soft. It was close. Edward stopped. He turned. It was Thomas....

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