The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The gate was made of bone. I stood before it. The wind tasted of iron and old dust. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. "You are late, Thomas," a voice said. It was not a man’s voice. It was the sound of dry leaves scraping stone. "I am not Thomas," I whispered. "Lies," the voice replied. "We know your name. We know your weight." I looked up. The sky above the gate was a bruised...

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