The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was thick. It was cold. The air in the barracks smelled of damp wool and old sweat. I sat up. My hands were trembling. I looked at them. They were not my hands. They were pale. They were thin. The knuckles were swollen. They were the hands of a soldier who had held a sword for too long. I knew this because I had seen them before. In dreams. In the...

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