The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The vaulted ceiling of the workshop, built from the dark, seasoned oak of your father’s estate, presses down upon you with a weight that feels less like architecture and more like judgment. It is the autumn of 1348, and the air is thick with the smell of hot silica and the damp, rotting leaves that have begun to slide through the gaps in the stone walls. You stand before the workbench, your...

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