The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream smelled of wet stone and old iron. Cael stood in the courtyard. The walls were high. They were pale. They were dying. The mortar crumbled. Dust fell like snow. He watched it land on his black coat. He did not brush it off. He was the stone. He was the wall. He was the decay. A door opened. It creaked. A low, groaning sound. Seraphina walked out. She wore white. It was stained with...

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