The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coat was brown, or perhaps it had been brown, before the rain and the river mud had stripped it of any claim to color. It hung on the back of a chair in the small, damp parlor of Elias Thorne, its fabric thinning at the elbows and the collar like skin stretched over bone. Elias did not look at it. He looked at his hands, which were trembling, and he looked at the door, which was shut...

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