The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The feast of the autumn harvest was a thing of such overwhelming abundance that it seemed less like a meal and more like a burial, a thick, red-soaked shroud laid over the shoulders of the city, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted lamb and the metallic tang of old blood that had never quite washed away from the cobblestones, and you sat at the high table of the garrison hall,...

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