The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and the taste of copper on the tongue. Elias Thorne stood in the center of a vast, circular hall that did not exist in any map of the known world, yet felt more familiar than his own home in the Scottish Highlands. The air was thick, suspended in a perpetual twilight where the light came not from a sun, but from the slow, rhythmic...

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