The Pale Shadows
The feast had been going on for three days, a relentless tide of roasted boar, heavy ale, and the thick, cloying scent of tallow candles that seemed to seep into the very stone of the keep’s great hall. Outside, the autumn rain hammered against the high windows in sheets, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the line between the warm, blood-scented interior and the cold, dying world beyond....
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