The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The arrow took my brother in the throat. He fell backward. The cobblestones caught him. There was no sound. Only the wet thud of flesh meeting stone. I stood in the mud. My hands were full of iron. The shield was heavy. The rain was cold. It was the winter of the siege. The city walls were high. The gates were barred. We were the garrison. They were the invaders. I was twelve. My name was...

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