The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cold in the Hall of Echoes did not sit upon the skin so much as it settled into the marrow, a slow, creeping frost that numbed the extremities before it reached the heart, and it was here, in this cavernous space where the air tasted of damp stone and old dust, that Elias Thorne stood alone, his hands resting heavily upon the worn velvet ropes that separated the public from the artifact,...

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