The Pale Shadows
The rain on the road to the Abbey of Saint Jude was not merely wet; it was a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a blur of mud and stone. Elias walked with a slow, deliberate cadence, his boots sinking into the churned earth, the weight of the satchel at his hip feeling less like a burden and more like an anchor to a reality that was rapidly dissolving. He was...
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