The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The court of the Granaries did not smell of justice, but of damp straw and the sour sweat of thirty men who had not bathed in a week. Miguel Jarama stood at the center of this hazy, golden circle, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for the decree that would make him Royal Historian. He was thirty years old, and in that time he had cataloged every grain sack, every ledger, and every...

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