The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The tallow on the candle snuffed out with a wet pop, leaving the hall in a grey, suffocating half-light. I was still wiping the wax from my fingers when Halloway began to speak, his voice cutting through the murmur of the feast like a blade through wet wool. The smell of roasted boar and stale ale hung thick in the air, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat. I looked up, my eyes...

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