The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The cold in the cellar was not merely a temperature; it was a weight, pressing against your ribs like a heavy stone. You wake with a start, your breath misting in the stagnant air, and your eyes adjust to the gloom of the dungeon. For three weeks, you have waited for the dawn, for the guards, for the end. But this morning, the dark is different. You look down at the floor, and your shadow is...

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