The Pale Mist
The wind rattled the windowpanes, a sharp, metallic clatter that cut through the stale air of the archive. "Elias, you are going to break the seal." Dr. Aris’s voice was thin, stretched over the distance between the desk and the heavy oak door. He did not look up from his work, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the magnifying glass over a brittle sheet of vellum. "I have to see the load...
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