The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron bells of the foundry toll a rhythm that has worn smooth against your mind. You stand in the courtyard, the gravel crunching beneath boots that are too heavy for the air. The year is 1913, or perhaps 1899. Time has become a sludge, thick and viscous, pooling in the gutters of this industrial town. You are the inspector. Your coat is dark wool, stained with the soot of a thousand shifts....

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