The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink moved. I blinked, wiping the sweat from my eyes with a sleeve that smelled of old paper and dust. It was three in the morning. The vault was cold, a deep, bone-chilling cold that settled into the joints, but the pages of the Mist Codex were warm. They felt like skin. I held my breath and looked away, counting to ten. When I looked back, the line of text had shifted. The letters were not...

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