The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain on the windowpane of the manor house did not fall so much as it adhered, a cold, viscous film that blurred the world outside into a smear of gray and black. You sat in the high-backed chair by the dying hearth, your hands folded in your lap, feeling the dryness of your own skin against the humidity of the room. It had been three years since you had crossed the border, since the armies...

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