The Pale Shadows
The fog lay thick upon the Keep of Alderbury, a white shroud that swallowed the lower bailey and erased the distinction between the stone floor and the damp earth. It was not merely weather; it was a presence, a living thing that breathed against the oak doors and seeped through the keyholes. Sir Julian Ashworth stood before the great iron-bound door of the Inner Sanctum, his hand resting on...
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