The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell rang. It was a dull, bronze sound, heavy as a stone dropped into a well. Elara stood by the window. The glass was cold against her cheek. Outside, the mist rolled in from the sea. It was thick. It was white. It erased the world. "You are late," said the King. He sat on the throne. It was made of black oak. The wood was old. It smelled of dust and fear. He did not look up. His hands...

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