The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The fog in the basement of the Whitmore Institute didn’t smell like mold or damp stone, as it should have. It smelled of ozone and crushed lavender, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a dry cough. I sat in my usual chair, the leather worn smooth by decades of my own restless hands, and watched the pendulum swing. It was a small, brass thing, hanging from a beam that looked too...

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