The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the stones of the keep and seeped into the marrow of anyone foolish enough to remain outside. Inside the great hall, the silence was heavier than the damp, broken only by the rhythmic, wet slapping of water against the high, narrow windows. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone at the far end of the long oak table,...

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