The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron door was already buckling inward, the wood splintering with a sound like dry bones breaking under the weight of the siege. I stood in the center of the great hall, my back pressed against the cold stone of the hearth, my hand gripping the hilt of my sword until my knuckles turned white and numb. The air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear that...

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