The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ale was thick and dark as old blood, sloshing against the clay pots in the great hall of the keep, and the smell of roasted meat and wet wool was so heavy in the air that it felt less like an odor and more like a physical weight pressing against my lungs, forcing every breath to be a deliberate, painful labor that reminded me of the first winter I spent in the valley when the frost had...

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