The Pale Shadows
The dream was not of sleep but of a heavy, grey water that filled the corridors of the Institute, rising slowly, inch by inch, until it lapped at the brass doorknobs and swallowed the lower rungs of the fire escapes. In this vision, which Elias Vane found himself experiencing with a clarity that bordered on the visceral, he was not the junior officer of the Bureau of Containment, but a figure...
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