The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall was cold. It smelled of damp stone and old wax. Sir Thomas stood by the wall. He held his sword. The blade was dull. It had not been sharpened in years. He did not care. He watched the table. The lords sat there. They ate roasted boar. They drank wine from silver cups. The firelight flickered. Shadows danced on the floor. Thomas felt nothing. His heart was a stone. He was...

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