The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The blade caught the edge of the anvil and rang out, a high, thin shriek that cut through the damp silence of the forge. Silas Vane stood with his back to the fire, his shoulders hunched against the cold that seeped from the stone floor, while the Guild Master’s voice drifted in from the courtyard, muffled by the heavy oak door. You will be tried at dawn, the Master had said, his words flat and...

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