The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bell rang. It did not chime. It shrieked. A sound like tearing silk stretched across the stone floor. I woke with my mouth full of dust. The chapel was empty. Or it seemed so. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool and old blood. I looked down. My hands were bound. Not with rope. With wire. Thin, silver wire that bit into my wrists. It hummed. A low, sickly vibration. I stood...

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