The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The cold bit into Arthur’s bones before the fog even touched his face. He stood alone on the ridge, the wind stripping the last of the warmth from his wool coat. Below, the valley was a bowl of gray silence, filled with mist that seemed to breathe, thick and heavy as wool. It was a traditional land, this stretch of high moor, where the past was not a memory but a physical weight, pressing down...

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