The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was not of flight, as was customary for the guard, but of a heavy, wet stone settling into a crevice of wet clay. There was no water, only the pressure, the absolute and crushing weight of the earth above. When Julian woke in the small, drafty chamber of the North Wing, he did not feel the usual surge of adrenaline that followed his recurring visions. He felt only a profound, hollow...

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