The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter was damp, the ink smudged by the cold sweat of Elias Thorne’s palm. He had written it three days ago, in the quiet of his cell, telling Julian he would return before the spring thaw. It was a promise made of paper and desperation, a small, fragile thing that felt heavier than the sword at his hip. Outside the stone gate of the Keep, the air was not empty. It was thick, a pale,...

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