The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bell rang. It hung from the oak beam in the center of the hall. We struck it every hour. The sound was dull. It was heavy. It shook the dust from the rafters. We lived in the cellar. The air smelled of damp stone. It smelled of old wool. It smelled of fear. I was twelve years old. My friend was Thomas. He was taller than me. He had quiet hands. We worked for Master Aldric. He was a man of...

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