The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The morning mist hung low and thick over the courtyard of the Blackthorn Keep, a grey shroud that swallowed the sharp angles of the stone walls and softened the distant, hollow tolling of the hour bell into a muffled, rhythmic thud that seemed to originate from the deep earth rather than the tower. Sir Eamon stood before the polished mirror in his quarters, the glass reflecting not his face but...

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