The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist did not roll in; it exhaled, a cold, grey breath that tasted of iron and old paper, settling over the Caledonian highlands with a weight that pressed against your lungs and your eyes. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a border warden whose hands have turned black with the soot of the hearth and the chill of the pass, and you stand at the edge of the precipice where the fog...

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