The Pale Shadows
The boy named Elias stood at the threshold of the great oak door, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone walls of the ancestral manor, but from the sudden, terrifying realization that the reflection waiting for him in the polished surface of the windowpane was not his own, but a shadow of a man he had not yet become, a figure who wore his face with a grimace of...
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