The Pale Shadows
The frost had settled into the thatch of the cottage so deeply that it looked less like ice and more like a grey fur, matted and heavy, swallowing the roofline until the house seemed to be sinking into the earth rather than standing upon it, and Elara stood by the hearth, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the steam that no longer rose, listening to...
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