The Pale Shadows
The silence in the basement room was not empty, but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the inside of Elias Thorne’s skull and settled in the hollows of his chest, a suffocating blanket woven from the damp threads of the earth above and the rotting memory of the years he had spent below. He sat in the corner, his back against the cold brick, his hands folded in his lap, fingers...
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