The Pale Mist
Chapter One The market at Aksum hummed with the sharp, percussive arithmetic of traders calling out prices for salt and dried fish, a rhythm that vibrated in the teeth of anyone who lingered too long in the cold air. It was a town caught between two tongues and two eras, where the smell of wet wool and woodsmoke hung heavy over the stone pavements, and the meltwater from the high peaks was...
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