The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Act I “Where is the seal, Nikos?” Sofia Doukas asked, her voice flat in the stone vault. The air tasted of damp limestone and old fear. She stood before the trembling scribe, the frost outside killing the late beans in the fields below the citadel. It was the off-season, a time of silence and hunger, and the light from the single oil lamp cast long, sharp shadows against the walls. Nikos wiped...

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