The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a second skin. Maren stood by the heavy oak doors. She did not move. She watched the lords and ladies pass her. They wore silk that cost more than her life. They wore gold that caught the candlelight and threw it back in sharp, jagged shards. She wore a shawl. It was gray. It had...

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