The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog that settles into the valley of Oakhaven is not merely weather; it is a living, breathing entity that tastes of copper and old iron, a viscous gray soup that erodes the sharp edges of the world until nothing remains but a soft, indistinct hum. You stand at the edge of the quarry, the cold seeping through the soles of your boots, gripping the ledger in your hands so tightly that your...

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