The Pale Mist

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2026-08-23 11:23:20 -

The Pale Mist

The wax seal on the parchment was still warm, sticky against my thumb, bearing the crest of the Inquisition in blackened gold. I held it up to the candlelight, the tallow dripping down the side of the holder, and watched the red wax pool and harden, a small, solid proof of the rejection I had feared for three days. Outside, the wind howled through the narrow streets of the town, a sound like...

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