The Pale Shadows
The notice was pinned to the door of the closing school, its paper brittle as dried skin. It listed the debts of the guild, the tithe owed in kind, the names of those who had defaulted. Angelina Bellini read it once, then tore it down. She stood at the edge of the Pale Shadows, the mist rolling off the olive terraces in thick, gray waves. The air smelled of wet stone and copper, the scent of...
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