The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream began with the smell of wet iron and old blood, a scent that clung to the back of Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. In the dream, he stood in the center of the King’s great hall, the vaulted ceiling lost in a haze of grey mist. He held his sword, the Valiant’s Edge, but it felt light, hollow, as if the metal had been replaced by wood. Around him, the courtiers did not look at...

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