The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mirror in the King’s bedchamber did not lie, but it lagged. Arthur watched the reflection of the monarch, a man hollowed by a wasting cough that had turned his ribs into a cage of white bone, shift three seconds behind the man himself. It was a localized anomaly, a symptom of the illness that defied every text in Arthur’s pharmacopoeia. He had served the Crown for twenty years, diagnosing...

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