The Pale Shadows
The bell above the door of the Assay Office did not ring; it groaned. It was a heavy, iron sound that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of everyone in the room, a low-frequency hum that spoke of weight and value. Elias Thorne stood by the counter, his hands resting on the polished oak, feeling the coolness seep into his palms. He was a man of small stature but dense presence, his suit cut from...
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