The Pale Shadows
The rain had been falling on the city for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharpness of the glass towers into watercolor smudges. Inside the fourth-floor office of Halloway & Sons, the air was still and smelled faintly of old paper and stale coffee. Elias Halloway sat at his desk, his hands resting on the cold surface of the oak,...
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