The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The gate stood tall. It was iron. It was old. I held it. My hand shook. Not from cold. From fear. The wind howled. It sounded like a man dying. I was the Warden. I wore the gray coat. It smelled of damp wool and rust. I had held this gate for three years. Three years of watching. Three years of waiting. The Order said it was my duty. I believed them. I believed it until the blood spattered on...

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