The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the stone walls of the keep wept a constant, cold sweat that seeped into the marrow of your bones. You stood in the antechamber of the King’s inner court, your hands clasped tightly behind your back to hide their trembling, while the great double doors of the throne room remained shut. The air smelled of wet wool, stale wax, and the faint, metallic...

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