The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was always the same. It was a corridor of grey stone, endless and cold, where the air tasted of chalk dust and old iron. At the end of the hall stood a door, slightly ajar, leaking a light that was not light but a kind of absolute silence. Arthur Penhaligon stood before it, his hand hovering over the iron handle, feeling the chill seep through his glove. He knew, with the certainty of...

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