The Pale Shadows
You hold the ring in your palm. It is cold. The metal is silver, tarnished to the color of a bruise. It is heavy. You feel its weight in your bones. It is not just a ring. It is a key. It is a chain. It is the only thing you have left of him. You do not look at it. You look at the floor. The floor is marble. It is white. It is cold. "Is it true?" The voice is soft. It is the voice of Elias. He...
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