The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The room smelled of roasted chestnuts and damp wool, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to hang in the air like a visible fog, wrapping itself around the shoulders of every guest at the grand estate of the Ashworth family. It was a night in late November, the kind where the frost begins to creep up from the ground, turning the dew into a delicate, brittle lace that shatters under the...

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