The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The glass was warm. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the light, or the hum of the city, but the heat radiating from the surface. I held it in my left hand. My right hand was empty. It had been empty for a long time. We stood in the courtyard of the Citadel. The stone was black and slick with rain. The air smelled of ozone and wet iron. This was the city of Ashenmoor. It was not a place...

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