The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a pungent mix that clung to the wool of my coat and settled deep in my throat. I stood at the periphery of the Grand Chamber, my fingers wrapped around a glass of wine I had not yet sipped, watching the light from the chandeliers fracture against the vaulted ceiling. It was a banquet for the new magistrates, a celebration of order in a time...

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