The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain of mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias stood at the edge of the quarry, his boots sinking into the mud that had once been hard rock. He was a man of the mill, a clerk who counted the hours others bled into the machinery. But here, in the silence that preceded the shift, he was only a body. And his body was...

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