The Pale Shadows
The mud sucked at Thomas’s boots. He pulled free. The road was slick with rain. Ahead, the castle walls loomed. Grey. Silent. They watched him come. Thomas marched. He was not alone. A column of men followed. Their breath steamed in the cold air. They carried pikes. They carried shields. They carried fear. Thomas was the captain. He wore a helm. It was dented. It smelled of old blood. He held a...
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