The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I woke in the chapel of Saint Elmo, the stone floor cold against my cheek, the air thick with the scent of wet limestone and old incense. My head throbbed with a dull, rhythmic pain, a phantom echo of the lecture I had delivered three days prior, a dissection of the structural integrity of medieval fortifications that had left my mind brittle and over-extended. I am a scholar of these things, a...

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