The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron bit was cold. It pressed against his lower lip, a sharp, metallic taste that bloomed in his mouth like old blood. He did not pull. He did not snort. He stood in the center of the stone floor, the torches hissing on the damp walls, and he waited. The door opened. A draft slipped in. It carried the scent of wet wool and stale bread. Thomas looked up. The man standing in the archway was...

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