The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain fell on the roof of the traveling wagon with a sound like old bones breaking, a persistent, wet percussion that Wren could not ignore. He sat in the back, his hands wrapped around a clay cup of watered ale, watching the droplets race down the wooden slats of the wall. Beside him, his daughter, Elara, slept with her head on his shoulder, her breathing shallow and quick, the fever still...

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