The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The parchment in Thomas’s hands was thin as a man’s lip, and it smelled of the oak gall he had mixed that morning. He stood near the hearth, the heat drying the sweat on his neck, watching Lord Blackwood carve a haunch of venison with a knife that looked more like a tool of execution than a utensil for dinner. Thomas was thirty-two, his hands stained black to the wrist from ink, and he had...

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