The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The emerald brooch lay in Elara’s palm, its three remaining prongs biting into the meat of her thumb, cold and heavy as a stone dropped from a height. It was a shattered thing, the gold setting twisted where the central stone had once sat, a void now filled with nothing but the memory of weight. She stood on the gravel of the crossroads, the rain slicking the grey stones into a mirror that...

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