The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a bone snapping in the dark, before it swung wide enough for Elara to slip through with her satchel of herbs and her head bowed low. The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and black, reflecting the single, sickly glow of the lantern hanging above the infirmary door. She did not look up. She could not afford to. The weight of the night pressed...

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