The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink will not dry, Elias. It bleeds into the vellum like a wound that refuses to close, spreading its black stain across the ledger in a slow, deliberate creep. I looked up from the desk, my fingers stained to the second knuckle, and met the Guild Master’s gaze. He stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his silhouette framed by the grey light of the winter solstice, his face a mask of...

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