The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a thick, gray curtain of water that blurred the edges of the world until the distinction between the stone walls of the Abbey and the damp earth outside seemed to dissolve into a single, weeping mass, and in the center of the refectory, where the smell of mildew and old wax hung heavy in the air, Julian sat with his hands bound tight around his own...

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