The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The morning I left my father’s court, the air was so thin it felt like it had been scraped away, leaving only the cold stone and the silence that followed us like a dog. I was twelve, and I carried nothing but the map my father had pressed into my hand before the guards could stop him, a parchment so old it crumbled at the edges where my fingers touched it. The High Priest stood at the gate,...

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