The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The banquet hall of the White Keep was cold. Not the cold of winter. Not the chill of stone. It was the absence of warmth. The absence of life. The air tasted of ash and old blood. Cael sat at the head of the table. He was twelve years old. He wore a tunic of black wool. His hands were small. His eyes were dark. He did not eat. He did not drink. He watched. Around him sat the Lords of the...

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