The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old velvet. It was a suffocating, sweet scent that hung in the air like a shroud. You sat at the far end of the long table, your knees pressing against the floorboards, your small hands folded tightly in your lap. You were seven years old. You were poor. And you were hungry, but not for the food. Lord Ashworth stood at the head of the table. He was...

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