The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cold bites first at the joints. You know this. You have always known this. The frost does not care for rank. It does not care for the steel in your chest or the oath on your lips. It simply arrives, silent and white, and it takes what it will. You are the Warden of the Gate. It is a title that sounds heavier than it is. In this town, perched on the jagged spine of the northern hills, the...

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