The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain does not fall so much as it is forced against the glass, a relentless, gray smear that blurs the world outside into a shapeless, weeping thing. You are standing in the center of the Grand Hall, your shoes soaked through, your fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that feels less like steel and more like a bone. You are not a soldier. You are a prisoner of your own making, a...

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