The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The sky broke open. Not with rain. With light. Raw. Blinding. It poured down like molten silver, soaking the thatched roofs of the valley. It stained the mud. It turned the air thick. Thick with scent. Ozone. Burnt hair. Elias watched. He stood at the edge of the wood. His back was to the village. His hands hung loose. Shaking. He was a thief. A keeper of secrets. A man who wore shadows like a...

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