The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ice bit into Thomas’s boots. He was not a soldier. He was not a thief. He was a man with a ledger in his satchel and a bruised rib that throbbed with every step up the frozen slope. The wind screamed across the valley, a low, continuous moan that sounded like grief trapped in a throat. Thomas pulled his coat tighter. The fabric was thin. It had been thin for years. He did not complain....

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