The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream began with the frost. It was not the clean, brittle frost of a midwinter morning, but a thick, grey rime that crept up the windowpanes of the Victorian manor like a living thing, obscuring the world outside in a milky, suffocating haze. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the glass, his breath fogging the pane in sharp, jagged bursts. He was a large man, broad-shouldered and stiff, his...

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