The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The valley of Aethelgard was not empty, but full. The mist that rolled in from the northern peaks did not obscure the world; it preserved it. In 1347, the air tasted of iron and old blood, a flavor that settled on the tongue like a curse. Twelve-year-old Elias stood on the threshold of his master’s cottage, watching the fog swallow the trees one by one. Inside, Aldous coughed, a wet, rattling...

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