The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet wool and iron, a scent so thick it coated the back of his throat like a second tongue, and he knew before he opened his eyes that the wall of the cell was breathing, that the stone was alive and hungry, grinding against the mortar with a slow, tectonic patience that mirrored the ache in his own knees, which had begun to sing a low,...

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