The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Aldric. The name was not spoken. It was the silence in the throne room that wore the name, a heavy, white silence that pressed against the stone floor and the high, vaulted ceiling. Sir Aldric stood alone. He was forty-two years old, and his hands did not shake. He checked the fit of his gauntlets, the leather stiff with old sweat and older duty. The fog was thick. It did not drift; it stood, a...

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