The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The feast is a blur of wine and noise. You sit at the head table, the Master Mason’s chair, your hands stained with lime and sweat. The Abbot, Brother Thomas, raises his cup. He does not look at you. He looks at the vault above, the skeletal ribbing of the nave that you have spent three years raising. He speaks of the winter rains. He speaks of the deadline. Then he speaks of the crypt. The...

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