The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wind did not howl; it whispered. It crept through the cracks in the stone of the High Keep, a low, persistent hum that vibrated in the marrow of Aldous Thorne. He stood at the edge of the rampart, his hand resting on the cold iron of the parapet. Below, the valley was a patchwork of snow and dark pine, silent under the weight of a winter that refused to end. Above, the sky was a bruise of...

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