The Pale Shadows
"You have poison in your blood, Thorne. And in your spirit." Lord Vane did not raise his voice. He did not need to. The silence in the Great Hall was heavier than the oak beams overhead, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums of the courtiers who stood in the shadows of the pillars. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the flagstones, his hands stiff at his sides, the rough wool of...
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