The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The fog tasted of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that coated Leila Barakat’s tongue as she stood before the North Gate. At forty-two, her knees ached with a dull, persistent throb, a reminder that the Pale Shadows were not merely an enemy to be fought but a slow thief of time. She wanted the promotion, the final seal of authority that would secure her place in the temple granary’s ledger...

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