The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The stone of the Citadel did not merely stand; it held its breath, a vast, calcified lung expanding and contracting with the seasons, its surface pitted by centuries of wind and the silent, invisible erosion of time. Inside, the corridors were narrow arteries of shadow, where the air tasted of damp iron and old incense, and the only light came from the tallow candles that flickered against the...

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