The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wind howled through the eaves of Blackwood Manor. It was a sound that stripped the stone bare. I stood alone in the library. The fire had died to ash. The shadows stretched long and thin across the floorboards. They were not mere absences of light. They were entities. They breathed. My hand rested on the hilt of my sword. The metal was cold. It bit into my palm. I was the Warden of the...

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