The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The door to the cellar did not lock. It never had. But the air behind it was cold, and it tasted of iron and old salt. Elias stood at the threshold, his hands trembling not from the chill, but from the weight of the silence that had settled over the village of Oakhaven. He was the oldest man in the parish, a keeper of stories and a mender of nets, though the sea had long since receded from the...

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