The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Whitehall corridor into mirrors of murky, bruised light, and I walked through it with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man whose knees had long since surrendered to the gravity of years spent kneeling on stone. My left hand, the one that had once held the hilt of a ceremonial sword...

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