The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The stone of the crypt wept black tears, and Elias wiped them from his face with a rag that had long since turned to gray sludge. He was twelve years old, a novice scribe at the Abbey of Saint Jude, and his hands ached with a dull, persistent vibration that felt less like pain and more like a frequency he could not tune out. Above him, in the dry, sun-drenched scriptorium, the Abbot was...

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