The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist clung to the valley like a wet shroud. It smelled of damp stone and old iron. Wren stood at the edge of the precipice. He did not blink. The air tasted of ozone and rot. Below, the village of Oakhaven slept. Or so it seemed. The houses were dark. The windows were black eyes staring back. Wren was the Keeper. That was his title. He wore a coat of grey wool. It was heavy. It soaked with...

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