The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Elias. The name hung in the air of the High Archive, suspended in a dust motes that smelled of rotting vellum and wet stone. It was not a question, nor a greeting, but a summons delivered by the High Archivist, a man whose face was as pale and smooth as the unmarked pages of the books he guarded. Elias stood before the desk, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, grinding...

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