The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron bit into Kaelen’s palm, cold and slick with the sweat of a man who knew his knees would not hold the line another hour. He stood in the breach of the outer wall, the stone grinding against the wet wool of his gambeson as he braced against the weight of the enemy’s ram. The mist here was thick, a pale, oily fog that rolled in from the river below, eating the rust off the spikes on the...

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