The Pale Letter
The iron sang a high, thin note as it bit into the air, a sound that cut through the silence of the stone chamber like a needle through silk. Kaelen did not hear it. He was already moving, his body a blur of practiced violence, his sword a silver arc that sought the throat of the shadow standing at the center of the room. The creature had no face, only a shifting mass of darkness that seemed to...
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