The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Your hand tightens on the hilt, the leather worn smooth by twenty years of grip. The mud of the Pale Court sucks at your boots, cold and heavy, a weight that mirrors the iron taste flooding your mouth. You cough, a wet, rattling sound that echoes off the damp stone walls, and the court’s reflection ripples. It does not show your face. It shows a wisp, thinning, flickering, barely enough light...

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