The Pale Mist

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2026-08-24 11:11:25 -

The Pale Mist

The toast was to the dead, but the sound it made was wet, a sludge of liquid gold hitting crystal. "To the loyal," Lord Vane said, his voice smooth as oil sliding over stone. "To those who gave their blood so that we might drink in comfort." You raised your glass, your knuckles white against the stem, and watched the liquid tremble. The hall was a cavern of gilt and shadow, the air thick with...

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