The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The road was a scar. It cut through the heath, red and raw, bleeding into the grey distance. Elias walked it. He did not run. Running was for those who feared what lay ahead. He did not fear. He carried the ledger. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather that had softened with use, its spine cracked like old bone. Inside, the ink was fresh. Black. Viscous. It smelled of iron and rain. He was a...

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