The Pale Shadows
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Hollow into a slick, treacherous mirror. You stood at the edge of the town square, your hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier with every passing hour, not because of its weight, but because of the silence that had gathered around you...
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