The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist clings to the cobblestones of the old city, thick and wet as wool, erasing the sharp edges of the stone bridges and the iron gates that mark the boundary between the living quarters and the forgotten underbelly of the kingdom. You stand at the threshold of the watchtower, your hand resting on the cold, damp wood of the doorframe, feeling the weight of the night pressing against your...

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