The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The shield of Aldric Vane cracked under the weight of a mace that smelled of rust and old blood. He did not flinch. He had long since stopped flinching. The noise of the battlefield was a dull, rhythmic thrum, like the beating of a great heart buried deep beneath the earth, but to Aldric it sounded like the ticking of an hourglass. Sand was falling. Sand was always falling. He parried, his...

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