The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The road to the citadel was long. It wound through the mist. The mist was thick. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old rain. Sir Thomas Ashworth walked alone. He walked with purpose. His boots were heavy. They were caked in mud. The mud was dark. It clung to the leather. It clung to the stone. He carried no sword. He carried no shield. He carried a scroll. The scroll was waxed. The wax was pale....

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