The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the stone walls of the keep. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale smoke, and the copper tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back to the cold hearth, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He did not look up. He knew the weight of the gaze behind him. It was the kind of silence that...

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