The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The sacks of turnips weighed forty pounds each, and I counted them out on the barn floor, my hands numb from the October chill. One, two, three. The harvest feast was in full swing beyond the open doors, the smell of roasting pork and spilled ale thick enough to coat the back of the throat. I was twelve, small for my age, standing in the mud that had tracked in from the yard, watching the...

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