The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in; it seeped up from the black earth, a living breath that tasted of iron and old rain. It was a grey, dense thing, the kind that erased the horizon and made the world feel small enough to hold in two cupped hands. Inside the stone watchtower, the air was thick with the smell of unwashed wool and damp wool, a scent that had become so familiar to Eamon that it was...

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