The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The stone is warm. It holds the heat of the day like a secret. You press your thumb against the crack in the lintel. The wood beneath is splintered, pale as bone. You have held this piece for three days. It is the only thing left of the gatehouse. The rest is dust and silence. The village of Oakhaven sleeps below you, a patchwork of thatch and slate, but the air above is thin and sharp. It...

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