The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale sweat. It was the feast of the High Steward, a night meant to seal the succession, but the air was thick with the weight of unspoken things. Sir Alaric stood at the edge of the tapestry, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He was not there to feast. He was there to watch. His eyes scanned the room, dull and heavy. The years had settled into...

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