The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain fell sideways, turning the grey sky into a bruised ceiling. Elara stood at the edge of the pier. The water below was not water. It was a thick, silver mist that swirled with slow, deliberate intent. It smelled of ozone and old paper. She held the seal in her left hand. It was a circle of black iron, no larger than a coin, etched with runes that had begun to fade. The metal was cold....

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