The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron key sat heavy in your palm, cold and slick with the sweat of your fever. It was a simple thing, a jagged tooth of black metal that your father had hammered into your hand three days ago, just before the chills took him. Now, standing in the mud of the village square, you grip it until the edges bite into your flesh, a sharp, grounding pain that keeps you from dissolving into the gray....

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