The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones with a sound that seemed to grind the very bones of the night, a rhythmic, metallic screaming that tore through the stillness of the village as it dragged the heavy oak coffin toward the ancient keep of Highmore, a place where the air tasted of iron and old, unspoken grief. Lord Ashworth sat in the shadowed back of the hearse, his hands folded...

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