The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist does not lift. It deepens. You step forward into the gray, your boots sinking into a moss so thick it feels less like earth and more like the velvet lining of a coffin. The air is cold, tasting of iron and old stone, and in your hands, you clench the brass compass you stole from the Archives. It is warm to the touch, vibrating with a hum that matches the frantic, rabbit-beat rhythm of...

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