The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud. It was thick and cold, tasting of wet stone and rot. Kaelen walked. His boots were heavy, caked in mud that had turned to clay. He carried no sword. The hilt was wrapped in oilcloth, hidden beneath his cloak. He was a warrior, but he was tired. The tiredness was not in his legs. It was in his soul. It had settled there, deep and black, three...

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