The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower barracks into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dull, unlit windows of the guardhouse. You stood by the cold stone hearth, your boots still caked in the mud of the outer wall, watching the condensation run down the glass in slow, weeping lines. The air inside smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco,...

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