The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bell rang. Not for a hour. For a death. Maren stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The stone floor was cold. It bit through her boots. She was not human. She had never been human. She was a thing of ash and memory. A shadow with a face. The King sat on the throne. He was old. His eyes were milky. He held a staff of black iron. He did not look at her. He looked through her. "Speak,"...

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