The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wind off the plateau did not blow so much as it scraped, a dry, constant friction against the stone walls of the market town, carrying the smell of dried sage and the distant, rhythmic clanging of the rival yard’s work bell. In the shadow of the Abbey of Saint Jude, where the heat shimmered off the cobblestones in a way that made the air look like rippling water, Lucia Zuniga sat at a desk...

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