The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wool of my tabard had long since lost its sheen, the deep crimson of the King’s justice faded to a dull, rusty brown by the sweat of a thousand marches and the relentless, grinding friction of the road, and now, in this place where the air tastes of ozone and old blood, it feels less like armor and more like a shroud, heavy and damp against my shoulders, a weight that I cannot shake because...

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