The Pale Shadows
The iron gate shattered. Not with a clang, but with a scream of twisted metal, splintering the silence of the valley. The gate lay in two jagged halves, teeth bared against the cobblestones of the keep’s threshold. Beyond it, the air was thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood. Elias stood in the courtyard. His armor was dented, the steel cold against his ribs. He did not move. He did...
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