The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The door was locked. Not from the inside. From the outside. Commander Elias Thorne stood in the hallway. His back was against the wood. He was breathing hard. The air tasted of dust and old iron. He was eighty years old. His body was a map of fractures. Every bone ached. The pain was a constant hum. A low frequency. It lived in his joints. It lived in his mind. He held the key. It was a brass...

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