The Pale Mist

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2026-08-22 14:27:22 -

The Pale Mist

The petition lay on the desk like a dead bird, its edges frayed from the weeks you had spent holding it, smoothing the paper with your thumbs until the ink blurred into a grey smear. You stood before the counter of the Guild Hall, the air thick with the smell of dry rot and old varnish, while Master Halloway, a man whose face seemed to have been carved from the same stubborn oak as the desk,...

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