The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The quill was slick with ink, the nib trembling against the heavy vellum in Elias’s hand. He looked up, the smell of damp stone and old parchment thick in his throat, to find Duke Aldric standing in the doorway of the scriptorium, his shadow stretching long and thin across the floorboards. The Duke did not speak at first. He simply watched, his eyes fixed on the half-finished genealogy, a...

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