The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink was dry. That was the trouble. I stood before the High King. He was young. Too young for the weight of the crown. He held the quill like a dagger. His hand trembled. Not with fear. With rage. "Sign it," he said. "I cannot." "Then you die." The court held its breath. A hundred pairs of eyes watched. They were cold. They were hungry. They wanted a show. I looked at the parchment. The seal...

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