The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the manor’s great hall, cold and sharp as a blade. Elias stood before the hearth, the fire long dead, the ash gray and heavy in the grate. In his hands, he clutched the leather belt. It was his father’s, worn thin at the buckle, the stitching frayed where the metal had chafed the hide over decades of service. The leather was dry, cracked, and heavy with the...

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