The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The fire took the granary first. I watched it from the ridge, a black smear against the white snow, and felt no shock. Only a cold, sharp clarity. It was the winter of the third year of the King’s new tax. We had no bread. We had no wood. We had only the land, and the land was dying. My name is Thomas. I was the steward. I was the man who kept the ledgers, the man who told my brother, Edward,...

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