The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Harrow Lane into slick, dark mirrors, and you stood in the center of the crowded hall, your shirt damp with sweat despite the chill in the air, holding a plate of cold meat and bread that no one seemed to want to look at. The air smelled of stale beer, wet wool, and the metallic tang of anxiety that...

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