The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The winter audit begins in three days, and you are already late. You stand at the threshold of the Royal Archives, the iron gates groaning against the frost, while the Pale Mist coils around your ankles like a loyal dog seeking affection. It is the only thing in this palace that has ever spoken to you with the cadence of your dead father, a low, humming vibration that settles into your bones...

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