The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a grinding sound that matched the ache in Arthur’s lower back. He adjusted his grip on the leather strap, his knuckles white, and watched the fog roll in from the moor, thick and pale as milk. Elara sat across from him, her face pale, her fingers twisting the hem of her wool coat. She did not look at him. She looked at the door. "Are we there...

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