The Pale Shadows
The frost on the windowpane of the carriage was thick enough to obscure the world beyond, yet you could feel the cold pressing against the glass like a living thing. You are traveling to the County Assizes, a journey that has become your penance, your daily ritual of survival. The coach rattles over the frozen ruts, a rhythmic shaking that travels up through the seat and into the bones of your...
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