The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the sharp edges of the city into a weeping smear of stone and shadow. It was the kind of weather that seeped into the bones, a cold that had no end, settling into the joints of the old city and the men who guarded it. Seraphina stood at the base of the Spire, her hands raw and red from the...

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