The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The blade bit into the fungal mass with a wet, tearing sound that Louis Barbier had grown to find more familiar than the wind. He stood in the center of the Hollow, the mist-choked arena of the Pale Guard, his arms trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the sword, a slab of iron that seemed to grow heavier with every step he took against the encroaching Rot. The disease...

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