The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Elara. The name was not spoken so much as spat, a wet, heavy thing dropped onto the wet stones of the courtyard. I stood there, the rain soaking through my wool coat, the weight of the deed in my hand feeling less like paper and more like a leaden brick. Lord Vane stood beneath the portico, dry and warm, his smile a thin, cold cut of amusement that did not reach his eyes. He had just declared...

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