The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The glass was thin, a mere membrane of silica and breath, and Elias held it up to the light with the reverence of a priest handling a holy relic. It was a simple vessel, a drinking cup, but in the dim, blue-tinged air of the Undercroft, it seemed to pulse with a faint, internal luminescence. This was the artifact. The proof. The thing that would save them, or condemn them, depending on which...

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