The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dampness of the Aethelgard keep did not merely settle; it inhabited, a fungal rot that crept along the stone walls and settled into the marrow of those who served the crown. Master Alaric stood in the apothecary’s undercroft, the air thick with the scent of crushed valerian and the metallic tang of his father’s blood, as he prepared the final dose of the Pale Shadow tincture. He was thirty...

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