The Pale Mist
You read the parchment until the ink blurred, the seal of King Aldric’s hand pressed hard into the wax, a red thumbprint that looked less like a signature and more like a bruise. The document was a commission, or rather, a revocation of your previous autonomy, signed by Cael, the new advisor, a man whose face was as smooth and unblemished as the imported marble he favored. He had ordered the...
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