The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The blade of my sword sang against the glass, a high, thin shriek that cut through the heavy, ozone-thick air of the throne room. I was thirty-two years old, a knight of the Pale Mist Order, and I had spent the last twenty years of my life believing that the shadow in the mirror was a demon to be slain. It was not a demon. It was me, or rather, the part of me that the alchemical fog had...

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