The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The blade of your sword bit into the stone floor with a sound like a bone snapping, and you caught the glint of your own reflection in the wet metal before you could stop the motion. Your hand was shaking, not from cold, though the mist in Oakhaven was thick enough to freeze the breath in your lungs, but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the sword you had held for three years. You were Elias...

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