The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that erased the line between the earth and the sky. Elias stood on the cobblestones of the village square, his hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword that felt less like metal and more like a cold, living bone. He was a man out of time, a exile from a kingdom that had no name, carrying with him the weight of a memory he could...

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