The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream always begins with the sound of cracking, a dry, brittle fracture that echoes through the hollow of my skull, followed by the sight of the white stag standing in the center of the throne room, its antlers branching out like frozen lightning before it shatters into a cloud of bone dust. I wake with my hand gripping the hilt of my sword, the metal cold against my palm, the taste of iron...

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