The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The feast hall of Oakhaven was a cavern of stone and shadow, lit by tallow candles that sputtered against the damp air. The air smelled of roasting lamb, stale ale, and the heavy, musky scent of too many bodies pressed together. Thomas sat at the far end of the long table, his hands folded in his lap. He did not eat. He watched the flames dance on the rough-hewn wood. They were beautiful. They...

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