The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, black mirror that reflected the weeping grey sky. I stood in the antechamber of the Inquisitor’s Hall, the damp cold seeping through the wool of my cloak, a garment that had once been the bright, unblemished white of a novice’s oath. Now it was the color of old blood, stained and heavy with the...

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