The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The hall smelled of wax and old iron. Sir Alaric stood alone in the center of the floor. The floor was black marble. It reflected his face. The face was gaunt. The eyes were dark. He held his sword. The sword was heavy. It was a burden. It was a promise. He had waited for three days. The silence was thick. It pressed against his ears. It filled his lungs. He could hear the clock. It ticked in...

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