The Pale Shadows
The sword was heavy. Heavier than it looked. It sat on the bench, cold steel against rough wood, waiting for me. My name is Elias. I am a knight of the Order of the Pale. We do not speak much. We do not need to. Words are for the weak. Words are for the court. I walked into the hall. The air smelled of damp stone and old iron. My brother, Thomas, was there. He sat by the fire. His eyes were...
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