The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The feast of the harvest moon was a riot of tallow light and roasted goose, a golden blur that swallowed the distinctions of rank and poverty in its warm, fatty embrace. I sat at the edge of the table, my fingers stained with wine and grease, watching the village elders raise their cups in toasts to the lord who did not attend. The air was thick with the scent of rosemary and sweat, a heavy,...

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