The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron key hangs heavy in your hand, cold as the river stone you buried in the yard last autumn. It is a simple thing, a jagged tongue of metal that fits the lock of the Watchhouse, but in your grip, it feels like a bone pulled from the earth. You are the Night Warden of Oakhaven, a title that sounds noble in the ledgers but means nothing more than standing in the dark, listening to the wind...

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