The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The parchment was thin, brittle at the edges, and smelled of damp ash. I held it in my left hand, my right gripping the hilt of my sword, while the wind tore at the hem of my cloak. It was a writ of seizure, issued by Lord Vane, the man I had served for ten years, accusing me of theft. The ink was smudged where the scribe’s hand had trembled, or perhaps where the paper had been wet. I read the...

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