The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog does not creep; it waits. It sits in the corners of the Archive of Oakhaven, a pale, sentient thing that smells of old paper and wet ash. You are Elara, twenty-four, and your hands are stained with ink that never quite dries. You want your mother out of the Debt Ward. You want it now. The Mist is eating the city, and it is eating you, but the parchment in your satchel is the only thing...

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