The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall; it hung. A gray, wet curtain stretched across the window of the small, stone-walled room. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old iron. Thomas stood before the mirror. He was a tall man, broad in the shoulders, his hands rough and scarred from years of holding a sword rather than a pen. He wore the armor of the Northern Guard. It was not new. The leather straps were...

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