The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron chain bit into the flesh of his left wrist, a cold, living thing that pulsed in time with the erratic, feverish throb of his own heart, and Caelen stood at the center of the great circular arena of the Undercity, where the air tasted of wet stone and old blood, staring down at the figure of his wife who sat bound to the central pillar, her eyes wide with a terror so profound it seemed...

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