The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The stew in the iron pot simmered with a thick, grey vitality, the smell of dried sage and rendered fat hanging heavy in the air of the hollow’s community hall, a scent that was supposed to mean plenty but instead smelled, to Elara, of the rotting debt that had swallowed her brother’s life. She stood at the head of the long table, her hands trembling not from the cold seeping through the...

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