The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The banquet hall at Halloway Manor smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wine. It was a smell that clung to the hair, a physical weight that pressed against the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood by the window, the glass fogged by the warmth of the crowded room, watching the rain lash against the cobblestones below. The storm was a violent thing, a grey beast thrashing against the glass....

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