The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The name was not Kaelen. It was a sound, a low thrumming vibration that seemed to rise from the wet earth itself, calling out to him as he trudged through the mud of the King’s outer courtyard. Sir Kaelen, forty years old and stiff with the ache of a decade’s service, ignored it. He kept his eyes on his younger brother, Elian, who walked a pace behind him, his face pale and drawn, his hands...

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