The Pale Shadows
The rain had not ceased for three days, and the city of Oakhaven, with its cobblestones slick with moss and its timber-framed houses leaning into the grey sky like weary sentinels, seemed to be slowly dissolving into the earth. Elias Thorne stood in the window of the upper room of the Alchemist’s House, watching the water cascade down the narrow street below, his hands resting on the cold glass...
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