The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream is of stone. Cold, gray, unyielding. You are standing in the keep. The walls breathe. They do not move, yet they expand, contracting with the rhythm of a dying lung. You hold the sword. It is not steel. It is wood. It is light. It weighs nothing. You swing it. The air does not part. It resists. Thick as honey. Thick as blood. You wake. The room is dark. The floorboards creak. You are...

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