The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The heat of the crucible was the only thing in Oakhaven that felt real, a white, screaming intensity that pressed against my eyelids and turned the air into a living, breathing beast. I was forty-two, and my hands, once steady as carved oak, now trembled with the fine, high-pitched vibration of a man who has been running on fumes and fear for three years. The Great Chalice sat on the bench...

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