The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink was not merely black, but a living, breathing darkness that seemed to pull the light from the air itself, pooling in the creases of my knuckles and staining the very pores of my skin until I could no longer distinguish where the man ended and the stain began. I stood in the center of the High Chamber, a vast, circular room where the walls were lined with obsidian slabs that reflected my...

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