The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You stand before the gate of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert, and the air is thick with the scent of rotting peat and the ozone tang of a storm that has not yet broken, a heavy, bruised silence pressing against the eaves of the stone spires that claw at the grey, weeping sky. You are Edmund, though you have not spoken your name in three years, since the fever took your voice and left you with only...

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