The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You stand there, you foolish, bright-eyed thing, with your chin tucked into the fur of a cloak that smells of damp wool and old smoke, waiting for the King to speak, waiting for the word that will let you run, let you break the spell of the high halls, let you shatter the glass ceiling of this gilded cage that has swallowed you whole, while the courtiers shift their weight on the marble floor...

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