The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain hit the cobblestones in a steady drum. It was cold. The kind of cold that bites through wool. It bit through skin. Elias stood at the edge of the square. He looked up. The tower rose above him. It was old. Older than him. Older than his father. The stone was grey. It was wet. It was slick with moss. He had come back. He had crossed the sea. He had crossed the border. He had walked for...

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