The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bell tolls. It is the hour of the miller. You stand in the courtyard. The stones are wet. The sky is low. It presses down. You are a shield-bearer. You are a son of the watch. Your father was here. He is gone. You are not him. You are less. The air tastes of iron. It tastes of old blood. You know the taste. It is the taste of the wall. The wall keeps the dark out. The wall keeps the dark...

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