The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The stone of the Keep did not merely stand; it remembered. It was a gray, weeping thing, built into the side of the cliff where the wind howled like a wounded dog, and inside its hollow heart, I had spent forty years. I was the Keeper, a title that sounded grand but carried only the weight of dust and silence. My name was Thomas, though the villagers below, who looked up at the darkening...

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