The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The feast hall of the Abbey of St. Gall smelled of roasted lamb and stale ale. Brother Elias sat at the high table, his hands folded over a sheaf of parchment. The candlelight flickered, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone walls. He watched the Abbot, Conrad, raise a goblet to the monks. Forty years old, Elias had spent two decades refining a theory on the refraction of light. He...

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