The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick gray veil over the valley. We walked in single file, boots sinking into the mud that had turned to soup. I was the last of the procession. Ahead, the heavy oak doors of the Priory stood ajar, leaking a cold, blue light. It was a place of stone and silence, a fortress built by men who believed God lived in the mortar. I held the ledger. It was a...

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