The Pale Shadows
The rain had been falling since the moon rose, a cold and relentless sheet that turned the garden into a blur of grey water and black stone, and you stood at the threshold of the great hall, your hands still wrapped in the white linen that had once been crisp and bright but now hung limp and heavy with the scent of damp earth and old blood, feeling the weight of the silence in your chest as it...
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