The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and the sound of my own breathing, which was not quite my own but a low, hollow drone that seemed to come from the walls of the tower. I woke in the blue half-light of dawn, the sheets tangled around my legs, and knew before I opened my eyes that the mist had moved closer to Mara’s bedside. I am Elias, Keeper of the Pale Mist, a title that sounds...

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