The Pale Shadows
The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, silvery sheet that turned the valley into a blurred impression of grey and green, erasing the sharp edges of the world until only the stone remained. Elara sat in the corner of the drafty watchtower, her knees drawn to her chest, the damp chill seeping through the thick wool of her cloak until it felt less like a garment and more like a...
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