The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that smelled of wet stone and old blood, wrapping around the keep of Aethelgard in a shroud that felt less like weather and more like the breath of something ancient and watching. "Is it finished, then?" The voice came from the shadows near the hearth, low and rough, belonging to Silas, whose armor was not the polished...

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