The Pale Mist
Act I Aram Sargsyan stood alone in the fog-drenched watchtower, his thirty-four years of service weighed down by a concrete want: to secure his pension by proving the "ghost" haunting the ruins was merely a smuggler, while what stood against him was the pervasive, rule-bound mist that physically eroded memory and sanity, a supernatural element he must conquer through rigid discipline. The...
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