The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron gate did not open. It shuddered. A low groan rose from the earth, deep and wet, like a bone breaking inside a heavy stone. Sir Thomas Ashworth stood in the courtyard, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. The steel was cold. The air was colder. Rain slicked the cobblestones, turning the grey sky into a bruised ceiling that pressed down on the keep. He was not afraid. Fear was a...

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