The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mortar ground the dried moonwort into a fine, gray powder, the rhythmic scrape of stone on stone filling the silence of the tower. I am Elias. I am the Royal Alchemist. These are facts, though the first is becoming less certain as the light in the room shifts from the sharp gold of noon to the bruised purple of late afternoon. The King’s mind frays. He speaks in riddles now, sentences that...

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