The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mist smelled of wet rot and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of Aldric’s throat like a swallowed stone, and it was this smell that woke him from the dream where Elara’s face was slowly turning to grey ash. He was kneeling in the mud of the Black Forest, the year 1347 pressing down on him with the weight of a decade, and he knew with a cold, mechanical certainty that if he did not...

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