The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its edges curling like dried leaves, and the ink was still wet. You held your breath, the quill trembling in your hand, as you traced the final line of the debt ledger. Three hundred marks. That was the price of your freedom, the sum you owed the village for the years of service, the years of silence, the years of watching the mist settle into the...

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