The Pale Shadows
The hall of the Barony of Kael was not built for men, but for the memory of men. The stone walls, veined with grey lichen, rose high enough to swallow the light of the three great chandeliers, leaving only pools of amber on the tables and shadows that seemed to breathe in the corners. It was the night of the Harvest Supper, a tradition so old that the Barons forgot why they began it, only...
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