The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The sword was the first thing I saw. It lay in the mud, black and slick, reflecting the low, bruised sky. I did not reach for it. I reached for the boy. He was small. Too small for the armor he wore. The steel plates were too large for his shoulders, gaping at the neck like open mouths. His face was smeared with dirt and blood, but his eyes were clear. Bright. Unafraid. "Get up," I said. My...

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