The Pale Shadows
The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones of Oakhaven slick with a dark, oily sheen that reflected the gaslight in trembling, fractured pools. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying something invisible and immensely heavy. He was not a detective in the way the city papers described them, with their sharp suits and quick wit. He was an investigator for the...
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