The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bell of St. Jude’s does not ring; it groans, a low, guttural moan that vibrates through the cobblestones and settles in the marrow of your bones. You stand at the edge of the square, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that feels heavier than iron should, the leather grip slick with a sweat that is not entirely yours. The city is a creature of stone and shadow, breathing in the damp...

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