The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cold in the cellar was not a temperature; it was a weight, pressing against Aldric’s chest like a wet stone. He sat on the damp flagstones, his hands bound by iron cuffs that bit into his wrists, the metal slick with condensation. Above him, the fortress groaned, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He had been down here for three days. No food had come. No...

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