The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink on the boundary stone was still wet when the shadow detached from the oak. I was pressing my thumb into the red wax seal of the deed, a heavy, cold weight in my hand, when the darkness peeled away from the bark and stood upright in the center of the harvest table. The room was thick with the smell of roasting pork and stale ale, the air so heavy it felt like breathing through wet wool,...

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