The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the King’s solar was thin and tasted of stale incense, a cloying sweetness that hung heavy over the polished marble floor where you stood with your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the leather of your gloves creak with every shallow breath you took. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a veteran of the Royal Guard who had bled for this crown in the border wars and now...

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