The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You wake not to the crowing of roosters, but to the grinding of iron against stone, a sound that vibrates in the marrow of your teeth and settles into the hollow of your chest like a cold stone dropped into still water. The air in the vault is thick, tasting of rust, damp earth, and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent so pervasive it has become a second skin, a membrane through which you...

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