The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mortar was cold in Elias Thorne’s hands, a slab of pale, unyielding earth that had been beaten until it lost all memory of its former softness. He stood in the narrow, cobblestoned alleyway behind the Temple of Saint Jude, the rain slicking his leather apron and turning the shadows of the surrounding architecture into deep, ink-black pools. The air smelled of wet stone, fermenting grain,...

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