The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog pressed against the windowpane of the archive tower, a pale, viscous thing that did not behave like weather. I watched it curl around the iron mullions, and where it touched the old oak beams, the wood did not rot; it aged. Dust settled on the surface of the King’s sword, displayed in its glass case on the table before me, and the steel turned brittle, flaking into rust as if centuries...

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