The Pale Shadows
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, gray veil that erased the horizon. We walked. The road was not a road but a scar in the earth, worn deep by centuries of hooves and feet, leading up into the high moors where the wind stripped the color from the world. I walked beside my brother, Silas. He carried the weight of the company on his back, a heavy pack of iron and leather...
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