The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The town of Varda hummed with the low, grinding friction of winter coming early. It was a sound felt in the teeth more than heard in the ears, a vibration that rose from the packed earth of the streets and settled into the bones of the buildings. Every shop in the market square was shuttered tight against the chill, the owners hoarding their grain and their secrets in equal measure. Jelena...

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