The Pale Shadows
The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the stone walls of the keep. Aldric wiped the water from his face. He was tired. His bones ached. The cold had settled deep in his marrow. He stood before the high window. The glass was thick. It distorted the world outside. The trees were bare. The sky was grey. "Is it done, Master?" The voice came from the shadows. It was soft. It was quiet. Aldric...
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