The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron gate does not open. You stand before it, the frost biting at your fingers, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old blood. Inside the walls, a light burns. It is not a flame, but a hum. A low, resonant vibration that you feel in your teeth before you hear it in your ears. You are a soldier of the silent order. Your armor is not steel, but woven from the silence of your own...

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