The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of Millhaven when Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the platform, his breath hanging in the grey air like a ghost he could not quite catch, watching the stationmaster’s lantern swing in a wide, indifferent arc above his head. He held a single leather-bound case, heavy with the weight of years, and behind him the steam of the departing train curled...

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