The Pale Shadows
The sword bit deep. Not into flesh, but into the air itself. A crack like thunder split the silence of the hall. Lord Thomas held his guard, his knuckles white on the hilt of the black iron blade. The blade was not just steel. It was a fragment of the old world, heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with mass. It hummed against his palm, a low, vibrating note that traveled up his arm and...
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