The Pale Mist
Khalid Haddad, thirty-four, a scholar of ancient texts, stood before the sealed door of the Citadel’s library, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the codex he clutched to his chest. The Council’s decree hung in the air like a noose: the book must be burned to stop the Whispering Plague, a sickness that had already taken my wife, Layla, and left me with nothing but debt and...
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