The Pale Shadows
The first thing you notice is not the darkness, but the taste of copper on your tongue, a metallic tang that speaks of blood and old iron, seeping from the soil beneath your boots. You are standing in a place that does not exist on any map, a vast, grey expanse where the sky is the color of bruised slate and the air is thick with the scent of ozone and decaying meat. You wear the uniform of the...
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