The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist rolls in from the harbor every morning, a thick, white shroud that swallows the cobblestones and the low stone walls of the citadel until the world is nothing but a gray, breathing void. You stand at the edge of the terrace, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the damp chill seep through the heavy wool of your cloak, a sensation that has become so familiar it feels less like...

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