The Pale Shadows
The wool is gray. It is coarse. It sits on your back. It smells of damp earth and old sweat. You are cold. The air in the chapel is still. The candles burn low. They gutter. The wax runs. It pools on the stone floor. You watch the wax. It is white. It is hard. It is brittle. You are a scholar. You study the texts. You copy the words. You do not question the words. You are careful. You are...
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