The Pale Shadows
The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hovered, a perpetual, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the abbey and the thatched roofs of the village below, soaking into the bones of everything it touched until the distinction between earth and sky seemed to dissolve into a single, damp expanse. Elias stood at the window of his cell, the iron bars cold against his fingertips,...
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