The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The quill scratches the parchment, a dry, rasping sound that cuts through the hum of the crowded hall. Your hand does not tremble, though your knees buckle beneath the weight of the silk gown. You sign. The ink dries black and final, sealing the deed to the estate, the land, and the life you have known since birth. Across the table, Julian does not smile. He stares at the paper, his face a mask...

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