The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist did not roll in from the sea, as it had for a thousand years, but it seeped up from the earth itself, a cold, pale vapor that tasted of iron and old grief. I was forty years old, a knight of the Pale Order, and I had spent the last three days walking the broken roads of Oakhaven, my armor rusted by the damp, my heart heavy with a duty that felt less like honor and more like a slow...

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