The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Elara. The name hung in the air, heavy and wet, like a rag wrung out over the stone floor. I turned from the window, where the rain lashed against the glass in a relentless, grey sheet, and looked at my father. He sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. The abbey was a place of thick stone and thinner air, a fortress...

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