The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You stand before the heavy oak doors of the Hall of Whispers, the air in the corridor thick with the scent of damp stone and old beeswax. Your fingers, small and pale against the brass handle, tremble not from cold, but from the weight of what you carry. It is not a bag of gold, nor a letter of treason, but a simple, folded map of the estate’s southern grounds. A map of freedom. The doorman, a...

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