The Pale Shadows
The door was ajar. A sliver of light, thin as a wire, cut through the gloom of the cell. "Is he gone?" The voice came from the shadows. Low. Rough. Like gravel dragged over stone. Caelen did not answer. He stood by the wall, his back to the opening. His hands were bound behind him with hemp rope. It bit into the flesh of his wrists. He felt the pulse of his own blood, quick and hot, against the...
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