The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The tide pulled back from the northern cape, leaving the snowfields cracked and silent under a sky the color of old bone. In the imperial courier station, the ink froze in the wells before the sun could warm the stone, and the scribes huddled over ledgers while the wind screamed against the tin roof. I am Hjordis Dahl, and I have broken the seal on the King’s Elixir to save my brother, Kael,...

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