The Pale Mist
The cloak was made of gray wool. It smelled of damp stone and old smoke. Elara wore it every day. She wore it because she was a scholar. She wore it because the air in the university was cold. The wool was thick. It scratched her neck. It hid her body. It hid her thoughts. The city was old. The stones were black with age. The rain fell constantly. It turned the streets to mud. It turned the air...
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