The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The frost lay thick on the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane. It was a gray, silent morning. Elias Thorne stood before the iron gate. He held a bundle of dried herbs in his left hand. His right hand rested on the hilt of his knife. The blade was dull. The leather grip was worn smooth by years of sweat and rain. He was a maker of tinctures. A healer of small pains. He was not a warrior. He was not...

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