The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud was cold and thick, a slurry of earth and blood that sucked at my boots with a sound like a dying breath. I pressed my back against the rough bark of an oak, my chest heaving beneath the heavy wool of my tunic, the leather of my belt cutting into my ribs. The air smelled of wet iron and pine sap, a pungent, ancient scent that seemed to hang in the twilight of the forest, refusing to...

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