The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The feast in Lord Blackwood’s great hall was a riot of wax and wine, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and expensive spices. Elias Vane stood in the shadows of the gallery, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the hollow ache in his stomach. He was a man of thirty years, though the gaunt hollows beneath his cheekbones made him look older, a ghost haunting the edges of the...

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