The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The hammer struck the anvil, and the sound rang out, clear and cold, through the mist that filled the throne room. I held the metal steady, my hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the silence that had grown around us. The light from the high windows was thin, a pale grey smear that offered no warmth, only a flat, unyielding visibility. I was thirty-two years old, and I had been...

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