The Pale Shadows
The morning light entered the stone corridor of the Ashworth estate not as a blessing, but as a diagnostic tool, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air with the slow, deliberate precision of microscopic organisms. Captain Elias Thorne moved through the hallway with the heavy, measured gait of a man whose joints had long since surrendered to the dampness of the northern...
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